Brotherhood Bar-Talks

[McNeo]

As Juan heard Ares' words, the blood drained from his face. Another instance of the same problem that had been straining the relations between the Corsairs and the Coalition. Indecision creeped over Montoya, as he struggled to think of what to say.

"I have no idea what to do, Ares... Do you want my authorization to allow your pilots to shoot down brothers who are hotheaded, as you possibly once were? Isn't it a bit too much of a punishment?"

As Ares opened his mouth to respond, Juan reacted faster and continued.

"I know these pilots of yours aren't Cretan, or even Corsairs at all. But you know from your experience what growing up was like. I do to... some aspects I wish I had again, others less so. Such as, for instance, the burden of expectation that the family placed on my shoulders, to shoot, keep shooting, and never stop shooting for the Corsairs. It took me a while to relax about it, even after I matured and joined the Brotherhood. What about those that shoot your pilots, do you think they are the same? The same I was, not so long ago?

But at the end of the day, it boils down to 'How do we solve this?'. I really don't know what to do, but I pray, don't kill your brothers as a punishment for their ignorance..."