Hostile armies may face each other for years, striving for the victory which is decided in a single day. This being so, to remain in ignorance of the enemy's condition simply because one grudges the outlay of a hundred ounces of silver in honors and emoluments, is the height of inhumanity. 

One who acts thus is no leader of men, no present help to his sovereign, no master of victory.

As he stood, fully clad in his ZAFT colors, Avris grimaced as he found himself reminded of this truth. It sickened him. The fact that in lure of a sense of peace, humanity had chosen to neglect the existence of its enemy in favor of the memory of heroes. Soldiers. Men and women who had merely defended humanity from its only assuredly imminent threat. Itself. 

Momentarily lost in his thoughts, Avris idly voiced his concern under his breath.

"Are we truly that naive?" Although the words were but an whisper, his companion had clearly noticed them. As the woman quickly shot him an discerning glance. Having scarcely met her gaze out of the corner of his eye, Avris quickly readjusted his posture and dismissed the thought. Deciding instead to focus on the denizens of the space port they now stood in. As if reading his mind, she once again let his crimson eyes rest on his face. Following his gaze before her lips parted to speak.

"Relax, we've been here four hours and you've done nothing but worry about that silly ship." She paused as to move her lengthy hair out of her face. Letting her baby blue strands fall behind her as she crept closer to Avris, attempting to press a cheek against the taller male's arm as she playfully cuddled it. While he didn't object, he niether embraced the gesture. Choosing to instead continually stare at the array of joyous strangers populating the vast walkway. She continued. "We do still have about an hour ya'know. We could-"

"No." His response was firm, and at last he pulled away from what he knew was yet another attempt by her to seduce him into some sort of rebelious act. "You know why we're here Illiana. Same reason they are." Avris gestured with his gaze towards the group of Alliance soldiers standing not two hundred feet away from them. He sighed. "We're under orders." 

Although displeased her to her him say it, she knew he was right. Thus casually removed himself from his side as to lean forward, resting her forearms on the rail of the balcony which over looked the dock Terminus was scheduled to report to. With the way her clevage was exposed through her partially zipped up jacket, anyone on the deck below would be unable to avoid noticing her indecency. Just as Avris found him himself unable to avoid admiring the way her uniform hugged her slim yet chest heavy frame.

Pinching the bridge of his nose with another sigh, he shook his head.