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[i]Eija thought more are he gave his own view. It was distanced from her own faith and while she wasn’t particularly surprised at such ends she was even yet still more surprised that he took hold of loose faith. Was it that he was hurt by a bad experience with piety? It wasn’t so unusual for one to take the pain from a wolf wearing the shepard’s robes to justify excluding it from their heart. Even for the Cruxian such damaging members existed in numbers that she wish could have been cut to a non existent quantity. Why, where she came from prayer and practice came before many things. But as her mother told her, it would not be her place to judge.[/i]

[color=50c878]“Faith is a foundation for many. In my family we have always held a strong love for our god. From how it was told to me- my mother and father would have never survived were it not for the intervention of a god we could not see. Situations by which any should perish circumvented by an overwhelming presence and calm within the storm.”[/color] [i]She spoke, drifting somewhat from the conversation as she listened to him speak.[/i]

[i]He spoke of his origin. Vinland… Now that was a place she had never seen and yet it fascinated her to know that she would be working alongside someone who was from the land of stripes and stars. What was it like? What did they enjoy? Fashion? Maybe their naming conventions? Well- it was a start to a tree of questions but rather than get caught up in the millions of questions she returned to focus as he went further into detail.[/i]

[i]She took in the family. She took in the draft. She felt sympathy as he was forced to take the place of his kin. It was tragic how opposed their positions were. Ironic how they sat there across from each other- two sides of a coin.[/i]

[i]She struggled to respond- eyes staring into his own with exploration of the soul in mind. How could she mend this? She couldn’t. Why- she didn’t even feel right attempting to describe why she had joined. She volunteered- after all. Many of her brothers and sisters all played their hands in going into a war that their mother protested against. But the legacy had been set. Was that how she justified herself to him? Honoring a mother who never wanted her children to endure pain by joining a war with only a prayer between them?[/i]

[i]She blinked as he asked if she was going to eat- nodding in response and smiling warmly.[/i] [color=50c878]“Yes. Just remember to follow orders as best you can and if you get hurt don’t hesitate to fall back. Just call my name and I’ll be there before you know it! Even if it wasn’t by your choice, I want to thank you for trying your best for a homeland that isn’t your own. The sooner we end this the sooner we can all return home to our families.”[/color]

She began to dig into her meal, politely and quietly taking portions so as to not generate a disturbance for those around her. Yet if the tales her mother had told were true… 

Well, even if they were she would just have to fight tooth and nail to rip the fallen from the hands of the reaper- just like her mother before her. 

Federation or not.[/color]
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