"It's a bit too red-blue in that form, mate. Here's the thing, you're or was a hostile soldier, that got captured, but also a Bretonian citizen. They pretty much cannot decide if you're a POW, a criminal for shooting at our merry arses, or a traitor." Sighed, and took a long drag "Plus, you've pissed off Mountbatten, but I'll handle that."
She looked all over Rupert, mentally noting his scars and bruises, thinking about what to say to comfort him, with thoughts chasing eachother in her head, often contradicting one another. "Y'know, I get ya. Where you came from. You've believed in a cause, and fought for it. I can admire that, and even more that you've realized your mistake. It takes more than most have, and I don't think you'd deserve punishment.
Pria looked at Rupert, slightly smiling at him, in a reassuring way "Tell me, what do you think, do you deserve a second chance?"
