Meldarion's eyes squinted a bit in recognition of something occurring below. Rylen felt his demeanor changing more than saw it, and he glanced to his half breed friend. "What is it?" he asked him. Meldarion didn't answer at first, holding his gaze to the battlefield below. He saw the figure of Soka approaching Mikasa, holding his sword in one hand, his other arm almost limp, blood dripping off his fingers from his hand holding his head steady. 

"Don't you get it, Mikasa?" Soka seethed, walking towards her in a steady but slow stride. "The war between our nations is inevitable." His words fell upon her like a portcullis, signaling an unspoken fear aloud for the world to hear. "Better it begins on our terms, and brings the right people into power. The Westerners will be used like the weapons they are, and we shall reap the benefits once this conflict is over. But first, it has to start. We are now on the brink..." He was very close now, his dark eyes promising her a swift death.