For the fallen

[abugslife]

[Hetepheres is standing on the outskirts of Birmingham, looking at the ruined parts of the city. Her staff in her hand, she's singing a song - it's hard to say what is this about, because it's in Gebian and sounds very strange, but it's slow and solemn. And long... But eventually it ends. And she addresses whoever was listening, without turning to them.]

I do not suppose it is a good time to mention Minister Pentu was very happy and agreed to support the PEP, is it?

Comments

[break_the_nine]

I don't really care if he's happy or not. I don't care general. I just don't.

[Leos keeps his head lowered, kneeling down to brush his fingers along a wrecked wall.]

All that matters is keeping a bunch of maniacs from doing something like this again... but I don't think it'll happen... would it.

[63rd_shockwave]

Well, it's not a great time, but I don't think it's a bad time either.

[Sarah grinds out a cigarette butt on the ground.]

'Least we've got that looking up for us...

[caressthedarkness]

[The distinct sound of a sword being returned to its scabbard is heard. This is followed by footsteps, and a voice that Heph should recognize.]

General...

[Seta stops several feet behind the Gebian, using the longer of the two swords that was once Kazan like a cane - both her hands rest on the weapon's pommel, while the sheathed tip of the blade is against the ground.

She quietly observes the wrecked section of Birmingham for a while, before...]

What...happened here?