“I know war is cruel. Now, do not get me wrong. I have been trained to kill, and I won’t hesitate to kill if it’s the only way to protect my people.” Kent felt like explaining a little further. “I’m just really sad that it is the only way. I am really sad.” If the knight repeated the sentence, it was because he was finally admitting that he wasn’t happy. Since his father died, his whole life had sunk into this ocean of sadness. He slowly lost all the people he cared about. And he had been left alone. Sure, Sain was his best friend, and he deeply cared for Lyndis. But he was still sad inside, very sad.
However, Kent was still Kent. Speaking about his past, or his deep feelings would not happen. It required more than a simple talk about faith and religion for him to tell his story. He did appreciate hearing Lucius’ though. It did make him think that he wasn’t the only one who suffered and lost a lot. Seeing how happier Lucius seemed to be, compared to him, Kent did wonder if he shouldn’t be more involved with religion. With a soft frown of his eyebrows, he said. “I shall pray more. Next time we come across a temple, I will pay to Elimine a tribute. I need its guidance to get back on my feet.”
“Of course, of course.” The redhead agreed as he stood up from the chair he was sitting on. “Let us help those in need.”
Lucius listened silently to the Kent's words, he looked really sad about this situation and Lucius understood him very well. Sometimes he wondered if all that kill had not changed him more than necessary, he knew that war sometimes did it. He was terrified of change, to no longer be himself, but he had only to pray a little to realize that it was not happened.
"I understand you very well, this are questions that we all made at least once in our life. Unfortunately there is no other way, not at this time. If there was, I'd use it willingly. I'm good with words, but I doubt anyone would listen to me right now." He said, sighing slightly. Often he hoped that words could help him to put an end to this conflict, but then he realized that, unfortunately, the opposing faction did not seem open to a dialogue. It was a difficult situation for those who, like him, hated violence, but he knew he could not do anything about that.
They reached, after a few minutes, the tent used to treat soldiers and Lucius walked slowly, trying to not disturb the wounded. He looked around, noticing almost immediately that those soldiers were not only of their ranks, but that among the wounded, there were a few enemy soldiers. Serra and Priscilla often said that as healer they could not let die a man, even if they were enemies. Lucius agreed with their words, and it was amazing how in that tent, everyone was equal. The blond approached one of the wounded and handed him a hot soup, helping him to sit and eat it. Lucius liked to help people, that why he always had a smile on his lips.
"Why are you helping me? I am your enemy!" the soldier said, looking into his eyes with despair. Lucius smiled at him, it did not matter who he was, to Elimine's eyes they all were equal.
"Ssh, it's not matter who you are. On Elimine's eyes, we are all equal." He replied, trying to calm him. Priscilla told him that many of those soldiers would die that night, but Lucius was hopeful and he would not surrender.