"Right... it does make sense but... We can't let that happen, he can't have it. If he does... what becomes of it, of everything... If he takes just one more nation, think of how much power that gives him." He sighs, thinking of his homeland. Beyond Cecil and Rosalie, there are plenty of others who he doesn't want to see be in danger, the more decent nobles he's known from growing up, not to mention all of the Wardens he'd served with back home... wherever they're scattered to now. He assumes many of them to be still at Griffon Wing Keep, potentially, where he'd last seen most of them, but who knows? He's uneasy thinking of them being so close to such a dark influence like that.

"I hope you're right. And I know... believe me, I don't want to risk becoming someone's puppet. I trust in our commanders, of course. It's just not easy awaiting any orders they might have for us."