- It's hard for me to talk about it. They don't. You can't. I can only say that there used to be one people. But those who call themselves the Order split it in 801 AS. Both parts were badly damaged. But some have chosen the path of anger, while others have chosen harmony. Those who have been expelled seek peace. Those that remain are wars that will end the era of humanity.
- Not on ours. Although we believed that there would be no enmity. It's naive. The path is too different... Ghm. She went to those who thirst for war.
Juliet massaged her temples and her eyes flashed for a moment with a purple haze. - Damn it. I can’t say more. Just leave those with me alone. They will leave you alone.
"Gallia, in general, will never recover after being revealed to Sirius." he threw coldly, rising from the table. He tucked the alien device into his jacket pocket with a neat move of his hand. On automatic, he tossed, "Have a nice day," he paid and left the cafe.
- I'll do it right after you leave. And I'm really sorry... They don't approve of my feelings, but I'm unbearably sad to see what the Kusarians have turned my home into. The planet will probably never fully recover from the damage inflicted by the invaders.
She sighed heavily and began to pack her things. - Take care of yourself, Antonin. Others know no mercy or compassion.
At a rapid pace, the Director and his bodyguards headed for the spaceport. In the shuttle, taking the orb from his pocket, Lusignan placed it in a small black container before locking it with a code.
"That and the recording of the conversation - to the Biblioteque. The code is COSMIQUE," he said, before exiting the shuttle. "Don't wait for me, I'll get back separately."
At a brisk pace, the man headed for the nearest cab station, from where he headed for the Lusignan estate. It was worth seeing his family now that he was visiting his homeland.
