“Why do you continue to fight? Would you have your country destroyed like this? Again?"
Petrine broke into a sweat, clenching the reigns of her horse as she starred down the Greil Mercenary. Her cruel weapon, simply dubbed the Flame Lance, was held tightly at her side. A phantom pain ran along her back as she relived the day at the bridge. Did he hold an ElThunder in his hands just as he had back then.
The battle was waning and… none of this made sense? Why was she fighting a war like this? Because Micaiah had told her to? They had liberated their country only… for this to happen? Everything was in jeopardy again and where she had been confident upon Riven Bridge; she felt truly afraid here and felt herself cracking.
“Do you remember where I stood three years ago? That conversation we had? Do you think anything has changed?” Petrine’s voice was as firm and perhaps, harsh as ever but she held a reluctance. By all means she could redeem herself and try to destroy him for her own self satisfaction and gratitude but… it felt wrong.
