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"You're the best we could have asked for." Aphelios signed, a soft, understanding look on his face. He would be lying if he said he hadn't doubted the Lunari and their ways before, but never Diana. She made smart, well-thought choices. She cared. Even if she pretended not to.

"Doubtful.", He replied in silent honesty, "But would any of us? Alune speaks to me sometimes, tells me she misses my voice. It's a sacrifice I made, as you have made yours. We are fighters. In order to win a war, you must surrender some battles. She still chose you, in the end."

"No assuming here. None of our business what the ice tribes do in their free time." Aphelios signed, indifference leaking from his features as much as his words.

The man would wait for a reply, but then figured from the woman's expression that she had no idea what he was trying to say. Awesome. He rolled his eyes, and proceeded to make it easy for her. After pointing at himself, he pointed at her, and made a 'whatever' motion, shrugging.

Aphelios was aware he was the same, as an assassin trained to take away the equations one couldn't quite predict. He glanced up to the night sky, allowing himself to share Dianas worries for a second. "Perhaps we weren't the lucky ones. But we were necessary. We shall always be."