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[sub]Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid & Ayame Izumi | [@veenknight343] [@Phoenix347][/sub][hr][/center]

[indent][indent]At some point, Sirius wasn't exactly sure when, he had sat back down and propped his cheek up with his fist. Shock was plainly on his face, a kind of blatant belief that resided most often inside of children. He felt the initial accusation weigh on his chest. The pointing finger; the smoking gun that made him liable by association. The accusation that he was on the wrong side. He took in a short breath to speak but lost the words as he mulled it all over. He twisted it around and peeled back the layers, as Tessa would advise. No [i]one[/i] soldier was more culpable in this act than those lording above them. Mr. Hanson was a veteran and quite frankly, Sirius couldn't imagine himself doing anything different. 

[i]If[/i] it had been him in that cockpit instead, would he have even [i]tried[/i] to disobey orders?  

[color=#33ccff][i]Probably not, I can't imagine why I would at the moment.[/i][/color]

[color=#33ccff][b]"Wow..."[/b][/color] he uttered gravely, feeling a form of sympathy for Mr. Hanson. He was sure it showed clearly in his eyes. [color=#33ccff][b]"That's heavy. [i]You[/i] started the war."[/b][/color] There was so much nuance to Mr. Hanson, and for some reason Sirius found it hard to view him in a harsh light. [color=#33ccff][b]"But its also kinda cool, imagine it for a second; you were pivotal in all this. Your name might be etched in history one day,"[/b][/color] he added with a pitiful smile. He exhaled nervously, his attempt at blowing away what felt like an intimidating pressure hanging around them. [color=#33ccff][b]"If dialogue is off the table for now, then there's nothing we can do but follow orders, at least until some opportunity comes by. Not sure what that would even look like but with things how they are now; who'd want to listen y'know? we've been given thousands of reasons to fight and I think it takes a special kind of idiot to bog themselves with the why of it all."[/b][/color] He looked down, feeling naked and aware of how naïve he'd been up until that moment.

Sirius had reached the precipice he had sought after with this conversation. What laid fully beyond it, he wasn't sure but he knew at that moment that he was a soldier and despite all his ruminating, Mr. Hanson had taught him that soldiers survived by keeping things simple. He straightened himself in his chair, fixed the sleeves of his uniform casually, and tucked his wayward pendant back in his shirt. He wasn't sure if Mr. Hanson needed comforting or not but he figured it safe to simply say, [color=#33ccff][b]"Wars aren't started by soldiers, we just fight 'em, Mr. Hanson."[/b][/color][/indent][/indent]