'It's a bit ironic.'
From her elevated position, Ximena listened as the croaks and growls of the Piscari drew closer.
She'd been fighting these foes the day she activated Crystal Prison.
'Fish out of water.'
That's what she'd felt like in the world for a long time.
And the Piscari, who were exactly that, had appeared almost immediately after she escaped the Crystal Prison.
'It feels almost symbolic…'
Like the world making fun of her. Shouting at her, "Hey! You see them! You're no different. A princess who lives in a dungeon. A girl who craves tenderness but cannot touch another! It's you! They're you!"
The world wasn't telling her anything, yet Ximena interpreted it that way anyway.
'Now I don't even know what I'm doing here…'
She had an obvious goal: to live and earn Vale's affection, but she had no desire to play second fiddle. If Vale looked her way, she wished him to look only her way.
A princess craves a prince, not a harlot.
See? A fish out of water.
