·That... that was my brother... he, he deliberately... missed at the end...
The whispers from the soul made Malin turn and glance at the already lifeless commissar, who was dead. The young life stood beside the guide, smiling as he looked at Malin and his brother.
·My brother was loyal to that flag, while I was loyal to a beautiful ideal. We both held steadfast to our ideals and beliefs.
·My brother's ideal is truly beautiful; it's the first time I've seen it. Seems humans can indeed sacrifice everything for ideals and beliefs... Your Highness, save my companions, please stop fighting. We are doomed to face defeat... I beg you... I'm in such pain...
Malin nodded, then raised his pistol and made a hole in the forehead of the young man enduring internal bleeding.
Returning the gun to the soldier, Malin looked towards the distant Royal Palace. The closer they got to this destination, the more resolute the Royalist Party's resistance became.
