Fresnes, Planet New Paris, Ill-De-France
06/5/741 A.G.S, 20:49
The friendly gesture was probably the best Bernard was ever going to get, as far as he knew Marie was dead. No one else nearby was his friend, his own family members would likely never think of him the same. That, or maybe they were assumed to be traitors as well. Bernard extended his arms out to greet Steiner, struggling to shake his hand with the cuffs on.
He let his arms back down afterwards, looking forward for a moment as if he was zoning out before speaking up.
You know, despite whatever propaganda or depressing words your leaders tell you, we're feeling the effects of this fight; in more ways than one.
He paused a bit between each sentence, there was a hint of emotion as he continued; he was a bit sad.
I love my country, I'm sure you love yours, and I'd be willing to die for it if the time truly came... But we aren't really dying for our people, or our country; we're dying for the ego of a someone who has no entitlement beyond his self proclaimed blood-right. Thousands have changed their allegiances and disobeyed orders, more are beginning to question the nature of things here.
His eyes watered a bit, he was uncertain if it was really just guilt of not knowing sooner - or sadness from losing someone.
The former capitaine... She was more than just a leader, she was a friend; and she looked out for us in the worst events. She was killed fighting, everyone knew - including her. There was no way we could've succeeded in what we were told to do, and she was probably the most brilliant mind in the Royal Navy. A bunch of us stopped taking orders, questioned them rather. We were assumed as traitors, and now here I am waiting to die at the hands of those I allegedly fought for.
He sat back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling; it was more than obvious that the captain he was referring to was likely more than a friend to him. He took a second to recompose himself, turned and looked to Steiner.
I know this is a bit strange, but I guess now's as good a time as any to really talk about something. I guess you Bretonians know better than most what this feels like.