Sabine wished she knew what to say. She dearly wanted to make things right. She did not want Do'Rhajul to keep suffering. But everything she could think of and all the experience she had could not measure up to the magnitude of the general's actions. The more she thought about how he must feel, the more she remained at a loss. She worked out after a while that the years she had spent running from Do'Rhajul with her pack made her think differently of him. There were times she wanted to kill him for the pain he had caused her friends. And that is to mention nothing of what he did to Meesei.

She could not connect the two in her head; the unstoppable warrior that was poised to strike her down beside this pitiful man in front of her now.

When Do'Rhajul reiterated his surrender, Sabine was not so panicked as to walk away from it this time. She realised she was still afraid of him. She needed to do something.

Sabine propped herself up on her knees to level her eyes with Do'Rhajul. A shivering hand extended from her cloak, slowly edging towards Do'Rhajul. With some reservation, she reached and settled her hand on the side of Do'Rhajul's face. Then, leaning further, she lifted her hand and placed it upon Do'Rhajul's ear, folding it down. She continued to explore the side of his head. As she did so, her hand stopped quivering. She grew more comfortable.

Finally, Sabine settled back and brought her hand behind her cloak again. "Yerig said that you made a pact to get your old life back. What was your old life like? You deserve to tell me why you did everything."