You know, I don't believe I ever asked your feelings
[cdb]about this war.
On the surface, it must seem as though we took
Fódlan's fragile peace in our hand and shattered it
[cdb]into a thousand pieces.
What, is it deep conversation time now? Where'd that
[cdb]come from?
It's merely that we've never discussed the matter.
And you are in a fairly unique position amidst this all.
I thought you might be able to provide some
[cdb]perspective on how an outsider views the actions
Adrestia has taken.
Praise the Empire.
Criticize the Empire.
Try to stay neutral.
The way I see it, you just did what you had to.
You talk about peace, but it's not like people weren't
[cdb]already getting slaughtered for dumb reasons.
I mean, pick your poison. If it's not greedy bandits
[cdb]ransacking your town, it's tyrannical nobles razing
[cdb]each other's land in search of more power.
So sure, people will die in the war, but the reforms
[cdb]it'll bring will save at least as many innocent citizens.
Maybe even more.
Honestly? I think the whole thing's one big, ugly
[cdb]mess. I mean, look at how many innocent lives it's
[cdb]costing us.
Still, I know this wasn't just some spur-of-the-moment
[cdb]decision. You gave it a lot of thought, and this was the
[cdb]best path you could find forward.
So who really cares what little old me has to say?
I dunno. Don't think I really feel too strongly one
[cdb]way or the other.
You have nothing to say? Nothing at all?
That's how it goes when you're a merc. War, peace,
[cdb]doesn't matter—my job's the same either way.
It's just money in, blade out. All there is to it.
I suppose that's one way of looking at it.
It's like you said. I'm in a unique position here.
Meaning you would've answered differently were
[cdb]you not a mercenary.
Uh, yeah. If I was a farmer, for example, I'd be
[cdb]hounding you day and night to end the war.
Sure, you say you're gonna bring this "bright and
[cdb]beautiful future," but am I really gonna suffer for
[cdb]years, maybe even decades, waiting for it?
The stuff you're doing now—enlisting my farmhands,
[cdb]trampling my fields, destroying my crops—just
[cdb]doesn't make it worth the wait.
But you know the toll it's taking on your people,
[cdb]yet you choose to press on with the war anyway.
So you've gotta have a good reason, right?
Yes, of course. You certainly don't mince words.
Is it the years of mercenary work that made you this
[cdb]way, or have you always been like this?
Say it's the work.
Say it's just who you are.
Yeah, I think it just kinda comes with the territory.
I've been at this a long time—and lost more than my
[cdb]fair share of friends over the years.
Not to mention all the horrible things I've done just
[cdb]for a fistful of gold.
Pretty sure it's who I am. It was just me and my mom
[cdb]growing up, you see.
We lived in a village, but for whatever reason she
[cdb]liked to keep to herself.
So, I guess it rubbed off on me. I learned pretty quick
[cdb]not to get attached.
Is that so? I would be interested to hear more.
Trust me, it's not as interesting as it sounds.
Who says it has to be? Interesting or not, I'll have you
[cdb]tell me one of these days.
If you say so. Just promise not to freak out when you
[cdb]realize how boring I am, OK?
Do I seem like the type of person to "freak out" about
[cdb]such a thing? Perhaps don't answer that.