[color=f49ac2]"That's not true!"[/color] Eilis's voice rang out in defiance.
[color=f49ac2]"For if you are a coward then I am far worse at least you fight for those..."[/color] Her voice trailed off as she realized her own outburst. She fell silent once again turned her head down, knowing she already said far too much on the matter for it to be avoided. She was about to brace herself and face the truth, when Uilles cut in.

[color=a0410d]"And I agree. Cowardice you might call it, but knowing the very duty of shouldering the burden of leadership is daunting in and of itself. It seems like a wasteful thing though, regardless of your own position in battle, Death will claim his souls whether on the battlefield or off. You could at least have had a say in how they would die, instead of the fool who runs it now. Death will follow in his wake, glued to him like a lumbering shadow."[/color] He eyed Eilis this time.
[color=a0410d]"You wish to be a shield and it has allowed you to catch many a bullet. No doubt your body bears the marks of your devotion to your fellow men. I just believe they would have been better served in guiding them by a man whom would not mindlessly scatter them to the wind."[/color] Uilles said before Tyrhallan shook his head.
[color=ed1c24]"That is not a fair comparison to make Uncle. For I have failed those in battle today as well. I should have died instead of them. It was my folly in underestimating my enemy and not persevering the moment I should have."[/color] He said drawing his Uncle's eyes on himself.
Uilles snorted as his eyes darkened and narrowed. His response was like the cracking of a whip.
[color=a0410d]"So I've heard, his blood will stain your pride for a good long while to come. I should have never have offered you up as my successor, is that what you long to hear? Your friend is dead safeguarding your life and you dare go 'oh woe is me it is all my fault? Grow a pair. Such is the cost of War! And if we're unlucky we'll lose a good deal more before the day is out."[/color] He thundered.
Lady Leandra glared at Uilles and Lord Pharlan winced at his brother's particular way of phrasing the truth.
Uilles took a deep breath before he said in a low and calmer tone.
[color=a0410d]"I need you three to understand. This..."[/color] He said gesturing around him. [color=a0410d]"This is all but temporary, Life is temporary. Live without regrets...for the Empire will throw a lot of shit our way."[/color]
[color=9e005d]"Uilles Language!"[/color] Leandra piped up only receiving a hint of a smile from the man.
[color=a0410d]"Arn, Tyr even you young Miss. Living your life filled with fear and regret will ultimately tarnish your very soul. Try to live and embrace the light aswell as the dark, if you fight it, it will in turn only be your own undoing."[/color] 
Lord Pharlan broke the tension as one of the servants had just announced that dinner was ready.
[color=9e0b0f]"Well, with those wise words. Tyr escort your mother and lead our guests to the diningroom. I shall aid your Uncle."[/color]
As Tyrhallan offered his mother his arm Eilis expectantly looked at Arn, who offered her his own and as she took it she whispered softly.
[color=f49ac2]"I meant what I said. You're no coward."[/color] She stated boldly looking up into his eyes this time before she gave his arm a soft squeeze.