Seras had considered her options alright. She had even gone as far as to consider simply not participating and continuing her old habits, but she had a feeling that if she did, the three entities who were more powerful than her would immediately interject - perhaps even remove her so they can have another rank IV - one more obedient. Oh well. 

"Of course, by "soon" I have no idea whether it's a few weeks or a few centuries." Seras sighed. "Still, I suppose we don't have much of an option." 

Taking a sip of the coffee again, she decided to drop a question. "...So, Micah," she asked out of curiosity, "For what reason will you fight in this upcoming... 'war', for lack of a better term?"