Aboard Safe Haven

[Sly]

Safe Haven was crowded... Zavala doing his speech. Reyes expected his thoughts to contradict hers. Her head overwhelmed with thoughts, she yet stepped out of the closer crowd, her arms swinging off all doubts, and proclaimed out loud:

'€œYou seem to forget what we have been before and what ideals we've always served, Zavala!'€

As the looks shifting towards her, she waited. These were extremely terrifying seconds for her, for she has never done the kind of speeches like this. But for her, what has to be done will be done.

...

She was born into a Corsair family on Crete. Raised by parents who could not fully care about their children, as Anna was far from being the only child, she was left in loneliness and blue.
In her teens, she'd dream about being a hero who would bring peace into the entire universe, ending bloody riots and obliterative civil wars. And there was not a single doubt that she wouldn't become.
Her dream came true when she met Reapers face to face, near her own homeworld. At desperate attempts to convince brothers and sisters to cease fire and negotiate instead, she heard that the Reapers are somewhere close... So close that she couldn't miss the chance to join their cause. Quickly grabbed her Titan, she launched off Crete, with bitter regret of what it has become, and prayed that Reapers would hear and listen. So they did.
Through her life as a Reaper of Sirius, she has proven extreme loyalty to the Minister and outstanding dedication to the goal of her life: stopping the gunfire to save lives, be it pirate or an officer. In last months, however, she noticed changes in Reapers' priorities. It was her job to remind her men of what it took to get where they all were.

...

'€œOf all people, Juan, I expected you to think with a cold head.

With joy I remember the moment when you allowed me to join and fly under Reapers flag. It was nothing but an honor, and a childish dream slowly coming true. My dream. The dream of peace in the entire universe. Obviously a remote one to achieve, yet it brought me to you, Reapers, allowed to use your faith and your exceptional skills to put an end to wasting lives. Lives of future diplomats, musicians, artists, architects, scientists... This list can go on and on.

These are lives which, by accident, were caught in the wrong place and at the very wrong time. And I will remind you again: prematurely ended lives. The Hessians, Outcasts, Coalition... Corsairs - all of them deserve to live a little longer. If we fight against these people, we merely condone to what we've always sought as chaos and devastation. Instead, Reapers, we should convince to cease all the hostilities and gunfire!

We are strong. And I shall remind you why: the strength is held not within your guns, which end numerous lives before they even cherish the slightest joys, but in your mind. Your word is a weapon which should give people hope! Hope they've always sought for. Guns serve us another purpose - that is to calm those who wish to stay blind and deaf to our saying.

If that is the moment to change the universe for the better, then this is time. I am putting my trust into you, Reapers, and hope your heart will point at the right choice. '€