"I count the Wriothesley I know to be one of my dearest friends, and he has given me no reason to believe that he bears me the resentment you so obviously carry." A straightforward answer from a straightforward man - what else is there to expect, really?

Neuvillette's eyes narrow on the Delusion - being that it is of Hydro, Wriothesley may feel a slight tingle from it, an invisible investigation as to its authenticity (so far as a Delusion is ever authentic) before Neuvillette, too, stands. "I see. Then you'll forgive me for playing some few cards still close to my chest. In the end, despite having every reason to resent her myself, the Hydro Archon earned my loyalty and respect both through her cunning, determination, and selflessness. If you are aware of the history of gods and dragons, then you know surely that that is no small thing."