[color=50c878]“The pleasure is all mine.”[/color][i] Was her response to him briefly, listening to him speak on his position and role within the same group. Though the immediate questions bubbled as he mentioned that he was a tank buster. Kind of interesting that one would endanger themselves so willingly and for what to show for it? Well- ideally a destroyed tank with captured soldiers who would be treated fairly. But this was war, of course, and she needed to be prepared beyond what they drilled into her. She had nodded to his description and his hopes, giving a response to him as he asked of her faith.[/i]

[color=50c878]“Why yes! I am a Cruxian, as was my mother before me. Though some would say she was something of the crusader variety. While I don’t think I’m quite as bold, I proudly wear my love for my god without worry or shame… I’ve always wanted to follow after my mother. Sometimes when I am having immense trouble all I have to do is feel the cross to give myself the courage to press on.” [/color]

[i]She reasoned, thinking about the many times she wanted to give up because of how difficult her training had been, but instead of dwelling on it she moved her focus to pointing at his pendant.[/i]

[color=50c878]“And you? Why do you wear your pendant?”[/color]
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[i]Ludwig tilted his head when he was asked his name, seeming to find himself lost in thought for a moment as he pondered the question. [/i]

[i][color=#39d0d6]“His name? What did his name matter? In fact- what mattered about names? Were they naught but words printed onto flesh so that the masses could differentiate between those with color and those without? The splendor of one’s name was often lost to the cosmos without purpose and yet still it weighed within his mind that one should give an answer. A name must be given with glory and complexity in mind. No competition should be found when even God or the gods would look down and whisper its booming value with high esteem! Blood should rush at the sounding of its echo and harbor only a loving embrace to the ear as they capture it and hold it not just in time but also to the generations to come! Why a name should be something special and something special only! A na- No. No this inner monologue is far too pretentious. Hmm. Hmmm.”[/color][/i]

[i]After making some very abnormal motions in self thought he regained his composure and delivered to Fiona the answer she had originally sought.[/i] [color=#39d0d6]“I am Ludwig. Son of Inès Lévesque and Franz Blau. I am writing many things. But as an engineer of research and development I hold myself responsible for knowing my allies and what ideas they may have. By your faces I can only make guesses as to who you are. Perhaps the ones my mother and father knew. But two? No. Mother and daughter, yes. That is decisive.”[/color]

[i]Ludwig then nodded to himself as he looked at Diana. He began doing squats, placing a hand on his chin as he thought.[/i] [color=#39d0d6]“I think I should know you. Secondhand. Hm. Write your names down on the line above the drawings. Eight… Nine… Ten…”[/color] [i]He continued.[/i]
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