"Even a lost lamb may one day find its way back. If they can truly realize that they have strayed from the path they were meant to walk, turned their backs on the resplendent glory depicted in the cathedral's stained-glass windows, and are willing to atone for it, then that is indeed a good thing."
Astrid elegantly crossed her legs. Flecks of soft light fell upon the intricate layers of her night-sky-colored gown, sinking into the smooth, lustrous black silk beneath. As her legs moved, the fabric wove together into a dazzling sheen.
"However, no matter how they atone, the mistakes they made can never truly be undone. Whether they deserve forgiveness should not be decided by an elite high-ranking individual such as myself, who has only set foot on the battlefield a handful of times. That decision should be left to the people of the two nations who suffer because of them."
"What do you think, Miss Monica Angelis?"
