"Well, as ironic as it seems, with the war going on as it long as it has been, and despite Angsar's name sake thwarting the very existence of what you are, my child, it seems you have truly a gift." And here, the lead soldier gestured towards her while Killian blinked, not certain as to what he meanst But he wasn't about to keep them in suspense as he explained, "It turns out certain mage types are waived off on their 'restrictions' so to speak. Those with a healing ability, such as Solita's, the army finds quite useful, and so long as the mage is willing to submit herself to a mark and to conscription and work with the other soldiers and general's, such as myself, on the war efforts, then you won't be seeing a jail cell any time soon, or even the cold confines of those mage camps up north."
And though he smiled, it was an uneasy one, for even the General, in his good natured state, knew what sort of implications this had on the pair of them.
"And I might be able to pull a few strings so the two of you can remained stationed together, at least for a little while, but the decision is up to you. I will not force you either way, but I won't lie to you either. If you refuse to lend aid to the Connlaothian government, I will be forced to turn you in, and send you up North via mordecai escorts to the mage camps. And frankly, at a time like this and considering where we are currently stationed, this is the best I can offer."
Killian was silent a moment, his lips hanging open before he set his jaw and furrowed his brows sharply at the General.
"SO this is her only option? To fall in line with other soldiers where she can die in hopes to heal others, or go up north to try to survive the poor conditions of mage camps?"
Even though Serenus smiled, it was a sad one as he nodded.
"And due to our location... I can't offer a third option..."
That of which, Killian was even surprised he had mentioned. To think, he would have allowed the two of them to escape...
but as it were, they were now on the outskirts of a major city, and their fate was now set before them- both grim, and both with no real clear resolve as to what will become of Solita if and when the war comes to an end.
"So that is it then? To join soldiers or prisoners," Killian muttered softly, his eyes angrily cast upon the ground. But even still, he found himself squeezing Solita's hand in comfort before turning to her, eyes seeking her and seeing all the emotions that pooled within. "Well, this is your fate, Solita. I will support which ever you should decide."
