Gypsie has seen numerous battles during Gallic war with Sirius. Battle after battle, inch by inch, the Crown's war machine advanced inexorably towards the capital of Bretonnia, leaving behind only a burnt out hell and grief. Then the greatest crime scene in human history broke out. Leeds burned and melted under impacts from orbit. Then another clouding and a new scene where Isabelle sits in the place of the main gunner, and the imperious figure of Juliet rises above her. Not in a simple pilot's overalls, but in a luxurious military uniform.
Then something happened. Everyone on the bridge panicked, and behind the panoramic windows, the silhouettes of Nomads, already familiar to Gypsie, appeared and incomparable whispers filled the space around. It was as if they were singing and many of the people on the bridge committed suicide in an attempt to end this torture for their minds...
The stage faded out, and now Isabelle sits on her knees in the middle of a temple hall, and the whispers around her was replaced by something similar to how believers describe angelic singing. She sits with her head bowed and a figure in a hoodie rises above her, but this is definitely not Juliet. Gypsie would have figured it out. "Atonement. We are in a step. Soon it is coming... We feel it. We must be stronger..." - whispered a figure in a hoodie.
Once again, the scene changed. Now the girl is again on board some large ship, all in the same gunner's place. - Countess de lorraine, the ships of the Order are approaching. What are we going to do?
The domineering figure of Juliet spoke: - Sabotage the reactor and make it look like a riot. The higher officer staff, leave the ship urgently!
It looks like Gypsie saw something unnecessary, or perhaps it was his own drug-inflamed mind that made up such a horrible story?
