It sounds as though you've made up your mind about whom to throw your lot in with.

[She looks over at him, sizing him up once again. To save one's people is exactly what she'd expect from a king. If what she knew of the Demacian royals was true, they'd say the same.

But she was Piltovan, from the City of Progress. Perhaps there was some merit in Yima's plan. It was a difficult decision, as she wanted her friends back, but they may well have been dead before the cataclysm. Too many variables to make this easy.]

I'm...as yet undecided. I don't want my home to be gone, but...there are circumstances that make it more complicated.