[center] [color=ed1c24][b]Servius Curius Proculus Vespillo[/b][/color] [/center] Servius looked to Prism momentarily as she waved a hand to grab his attention, listening as she recounted the man's name, continuing to peer around as they moved further "[color=ed1c24]When a man dies with no due, it is said that his soul remains stranded on the wrong bank of the river of the afterlife, unable to pay for passage. Even if it is not true, it is bad form not to mark the passing of a dead man. Since any one of us might be im his place soon, it was slightly surprising nobody else bothered to pay respects[/color]." Servius commented regarding. He was somewhat pleased someone had appreciated the gesture, whether they would believe the reason for it or not. Perhaps he had misjudged these mercenaries, and they were not quite a[b][/b]s faithless as he had suspected. "[color=ed1c24]I believe we could have killed it if needed. I have seen steeper odds. But many more of us would have perished, and we have a long way yet to go. It was a choice that had to be made[/color]." "[color=ed1c24]And he broke ranks, defied orders; He knew the risk when he ran, though his mind was clouded by fear. It could not have been placed on us to risk our mission for him after that. Had it found him by chance, perhaps we would have owed him such an effort[/color]." He gave her another look for a moment, she seemed pragmatic enough about this, and clearly had some experience. Though she was quick to point out that he was only here because she had convinced him to come, a curious thing; perhaps she felt some degree of responsibility for his death? It wasn't uncommon for those in positions of power to have to make such decisions, and though he knew little about the east coast, he had picked up from the rumour Mill along the way that the Talon Company had been all but annihilated a few years prior. He knew what it was like to watch ones cause and faction crumble down around them, the sorts of decisions one had to make, whatever tier of officer they were it was a turbulent time... And he got the feeling that such decisions weighed on her more heavily than she let on, and this was far from the first time she had to trade one life for another. "[color=ed1c24]His death was not of your making, leaders are supposed to convince people to follow them into danger, and make the hard decisions for the good of the unit and their mission. Better one man than all of us.[/color]" He looked up to Jeremiah as he stood in the rain as he said his piece. Indeed. If it had sat well with them, well, they'd have been queer folk indeed... Being reminded Talon company had seemingly managed to endure its catastrophe and maintain somewhat capable leaders, he did feel a small degree of homesickness. The Legion too was stabilising somewhat-- well, by that he meant that at least when he left, a victor was emerging. Who knew, perhaps by the time he returned, his intervention wouldn't even be needed. Although certain... Legions were not perfect, a stable government was better than none. Of course, such a legion might just crucify him as a deserter or traitor. That was always a risk. --- He regarded the inside of the wall with curiosity, running his eyes over all its features. This was a very elaborate set up, especially for somewhere which seemed to have few human inhabitants... He'd seen many walls in his time, but none as grand in size or technology as this. But what was its purpose? To keep outsiders like them out? To keep something else in? Something else entirely? Servius heard Khaliya call out and spun from watching the side streets just in time to see Prism's gun go off, he looked up to the sky that was tinged with a blue field... And then with red, as it seemingly caught and destroyed the bullet. [color=ed1c24][i]It's like an oversized hound cage, only instead of mesh across the top, you have some sort of energy field[/i][/color]. He thought to himself as he peered looked across the skies, bringing his weapon to bear as he scanned them for any beating wings of those blasted creatures. Nothing came from the sky though, but instead by land. He spun quickly and raised his rifle to the appearing brotherhood men for a moment, but as he noticed them as bearing a similar allegiance to their group leader, he lowered it somewhat and narrowed his eyes beneath his visor, examining them each in turn. They wore brotherhood armour, but their leaderr had some unusual markings as well. Some east coast chapter, he supposed, that he hadn't encountered before. That was to be expected, he was far from his land. Still, that was enough to keep him cautious; So far their encounters in this city had not been good, but these didn't seem hostile. "[color=ed1c24]Avete, milite. Egó sum Servius Curius Proculus Vespillo. Quí estis vós?[/color]" Servius asked, suspecting that the brotherhood were more than capable of speaking Latin. After all, what kind of idiot would use a Latin motto if they didn't even know the language? That'd be almost as stupid as using a Spanish one without knowing Spanish... Though come to think of it, he had encountered that before with one of the profligate troopers...