Duskfire Glacier ever since i was a kid,

faust listens, his silence heavier than the wind cutting through the glacier. she is right, as she always is when it comes to war. it is not what he wants, but what other path remains?
his breath leaves him slow, controlled. we have no other choice.
there is no uncertainty in his voice now, only resolve. they had been pushed to this, dragged into it by blood spilled on the ice. if he had his way, he would have never let it come to this, but peace had never been theirs to keep.
he glances at her, exhaustion lingering in the sharp cut of his features. blackfell will not wait long. it is not a question. it is fact. they both know it.
he is grateful, then, for her presence, for the steadiness in her conviction. she has seen war and thrived in it. she does not fear what comes next. maybe he should take a page from her book.
[indnet]darukaal will be stronger, he echoes, and though there is a weight behind the words, there is also belief. because they will win. because they must.