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[color=fff257]"Now you see..."[/color] The Imperial soldier continued the session. The clock had ticked onto its second hour, yet to both soldiers, it felt like time was just a stranger passing by the train, as the room was filled with discussions. The history of Europa, the history of the Federation, Gallia, Edinburgh, the Imperial Alliance. Politics of the century, and especially the race for resources. A rare ingenuity of two minds from opposite sides of the war, one if history had recorded could be a memorable tale of friendship transcending animosity and emnity of human races. 

[color=fff257]"We aren't exactly new to the history of the continent, really. We definitely come after everyone had already assembled, but we were a strong, united and most importantly industrious world power. People march to work everyday in chants for a greater future, for themselves, for their family and for their nations. It was a happy time I was told."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"But we denied you that happiness, didn't we?"[/color] Michael tried to keep his tone as neutral as possible. He knew his place here. 

[color=fff257]"Just like you said."[/color] He replied. [color=fff257]"Ragnite was our lifeline basically, from the factory assembly lines the heaters in our house. And yet, these simple commodities we were actively denied. The imports were just a waste of our brother's sweats and tears to serve a bunch of lofty arses. That's why you can ask any Imps you want, you get the same answer. We don't like the Feds at all. This is not a matter where we can agree to disagree."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"It is most often the case for this world sadly."[/color] Michael said, and the Imperial simply shook his head in dejection. [color=bf00ff]"But that's our government though. It's not the same light as us. You were pretty cold to me when we first met."[/color]

[color=fff257]"Well, most often I don't have the luxury of time to get to know a soldier who I am supposed to shoot at."[/color] He replied. [color=fff257]"And the rare moments I do often ends up in frustrations, so I abandoned that long ago."[/color]

And settle for universal hatred? That's just hypocritical. Michael's circulation of thought existed the voice that he was desperate to suppress. He wasn't nearly as different as most Imperials that Michael had the luxury to discover their life story, just add on a couple of intellectual brain cells into his head and in front of his eyes it materialized. But he had gone so far. He had said he had no place to judge. He was a listener, a note-taker. He couldn't change his mind. He couldn't change anyone's mind. Not with a condescending tone of voice, and certainly not in two hours of chatting. 

[color=bf00ff]"I couldn't agree with the sentiment, but it wasn't that uncommon for it to happen. Wartime breeds more intolerance...But what about me though?"[/color] Michael said. [color=bf00ff]"We've talked for two hours when I thought it would be cold tense silence. Surely you'd have a different opinion than what you think."[/color] 

[color=fff257]"Hmmm..."[/color] The Imperial soldier hummed for long. [color=fff257]"Ideologically, it's not in my liking to show approval...But perhaps you're a different light."[/color] 

Michael turned his head in confusion. 

[color=fff257]"At least you seem to be self-aware. Of yourself and the things surrounding you. That, I can respect."[/color]

He gave a light smile just as he stood up and offered the sapper his hand. A goodbye it seemed, and an acknowledgement of his words. Michael eagerly took it with graces.

[color=fff257]"Thank you for listening though. It's a rare thing to find in this hellhole."[/color] The Imperial said. [color=fff257]"Maybe I'll add another respect to the list."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"You can feel free. Humanity in ourselves isn't dead yet."[/color] Michael shook his hand. 

[color=fff257]"We have to leave soon. Hope I won't meet you in my gunsight, but if you do, I won't hesitate."[/color] He said. [color=fff257]"By the way, what's your name?"[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"Michael Daunte."[/color]

[color=fff257]"Oh, the Viscount's son. That's fascinating."[/color] He nodded before releasing his hand. [color=fff257]"I'm Heinz. Heinz Noel."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"It's a pleasure. Wish you well."[/color]

The Imperial nodded as he exited the room. Michael knew not that saying this in front of some of his squadmate would probably end up alienating himself out of the group. If it was Middleton, then chances are he'd suck his blood dry. But what else could he say? The man Heinz wasn't agreeable, but he was a different man. Despite disagreements, it did not end with bitter remorse in the two hours spent. Michael learnt something from Heinz, and Heinz learnt something from Michael too. It was a rare first time he had tried something that did not involve pointing a gun at someone else's head, but with dialogues. And it felt...oddly good. Perhaps it was a radical alternative to guns and bloodshed. Ones that are desperately needed...