“Right. It’s so easy to hate what we can’t readily understand. But he’s putting his life, and his men’s life in danger, going to a foreign land for our kingdom, our way of life. That’s hard to ignore. Even though he expects our help against the Red Fae, he has also made that clear. I just hope he still wants us around after that…I hope we can build from that, and maintain. Sometimes, you know, I feel like the only day of peace, true peace in my life was maybe the day I was born. There is a light in me. Dimly lit, yes. But still, a light. A pulsing light of hope.
And I try to ignore the…atrocities that will have to happen to try and bring that so-called ‘peace’. Men will die, savagely, children will lose their fathers, wives will lose their husbands. That brute of a man, that born killer… will scorch this earth, burn it down if only to bring us peace. He, The Gargoyle Knight.”
She shivers as she says that name aloud. Conflicted, knowing she loves the man behind the mask, but also knowing what he has done. Katya looks at her, wide eyed, unblinking since she began talking. Katya turns, looks out the window, and tosses a piece a wheat she has been fiddling with;
‘Kill, so others can live.’”