He nodded his thoughts, and looked carefully at the infected woman. "Is she really infected or maybe just different?" flashed through the man's mind. It was as if he was trying to find something on her face that should tell him the right answer in this situation - there was more at stake than just his personal comfort. If everything worked out and was as she said - a united Gallia would be a sparkling sapphire of humanity, a beacon dispelling the ignorance of Sirius' barbaric culture and bringing understanding of how humanity must live in order to become better, at least according to his understanding of mean "better"... or he will personally bury what he has worked so long for - a better Gallia.
