The Fog of War

[Gildarts]

Day: One

"You killed her, what else was I supposed to do? And now you are expecting me to join your little fucking crusade? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Oh, and you are surprised? And oh, I'm the Empire. Nice to meet you."

"Oh with that, we are SO past the point of negotiation."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Here I was about to propose a deal..." His tongue slithered from his lips while his ebbing tone called to her temptation with the enchantment of siren song. "You see, your particular background has given you skills that could be very useful to us, and in the same way, this makes you quite valuable."

"What deal...?"

"I'll bring back your sister – that's right, I'll personally save her life – all you have to do is one little job..."

And the girl with tear-stained cheeks, desperately held onto the idea that gave her a reason to live; Christa who cherished her sister more than life itself, decided to hear him out.

"All you have to do, is one little thing..."