"You keeping your word after leaving? Non, you'll just continue trying to fight the Gallic Fleet and die trying, and I'll end up rotting here. The only way you'll get anything from me is ensuring that you keep your end of the deal. Else, you might as well just end me right now."
The Gallic pilot was stern in her opinion, it was deeply ingrained into her from youth that the Sirians will try to use every shady trick in the book to ensure they get what they want and abandon her right then and there. History would repeat itself the same way, just in a much more minor scale. The thought of having to stay here until the Roi's armies would manage to break through and free her wherever she was on was concerning and unappealing, to say the least.
"Prove that you'll keep your word, and I'll keep up my end. Until then, I won't be saying a thing. Even with that creep threatening me!"
