Aymeric sells himself far too short. He may be the military commander, but were he not a good man, then people would not look to him so readily, so eagerly. They do not know each other well, that much is true, but she knows that those she admires -- the Warrior of Light most of all -- look to him as a friend.

That he is willing to do this all in the name of peace speaks greatly of his character. That he does not consider his character overmuch speaks even louder.

"There is no measure of good faith large enough for anyone to look kindly upon my joining your military." And, more importantly, she would rather not look upon the faces of those whom she has faced in combat. Ysayle carries every life lost in the name of her cause with her, and she could not, in good consciousness, seek to insert herself amongst ranks which she has played a roll in thinning.

The implication settles over her shoulders, making her pause. They have been honest with each other so far; se sees no reason to not be so now. But the words are careful, pointed. She does not want him to misjudge her intent, nor doubt her word. "Once I had thought I would usher in an age of peace. Now I know that to be a foolish notion of a misguided girl. My hope for Ishgard rests in you, Ser Aymeric, and t'would likely die with you. You have my word that I will not let that come to pass."