Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

Listening to his argument, it never felt enough. One man may have held back, but it never excused the rest. The betrayal. The game of knives.


"Helping me...? Is it not that we are helping each other? To stop further destruction? If you wish to truly help me - work towards peace. They're still working towards destruction, no matter how your family has done. I suppose I can thank you for the restraint... but it does not excuse the betrayal, the failed negiotations, their blood lust, and Aland nor Canaria will never forget either... "

A headache emerged, her palm reached up, rubbing the bridge of her head harshly. His bold move stirred up some ire within, slowly revoking the palm from her face, slowly glaring over to him with a neutral yet cautious expression. His thanks had not held much value, for the conflicts continued, there was no true resolution. It was an insult to what she had sacrificed, how she felt used as a pawn.

Silence ensued, staring at him with a stone apathetic glare, trying to see what he was getting at. Yet, internally, there was confusion, how could he still possibly like her and yet work against her in the shadows?

"..."