Aurelion continued to stare at Roric. Roric, in turn, kept his eyes closed, processing. Finally, he opened them.
"I believe you, Aurelion," he said, his voice was heavy. "I believe what happened to you, and I believe why you hate and distrust Primordia. But... it is the will of this world. If the invaders are our enemy and they are do you think Primordia is their ally?"
"No, but-"
"Is it using us?" Roric cut him off. "Does that even matter?"
"Doesn't it, Captain?" Aurelion shot back.
"If you had been born twenty years earlier, you would understand what I mean, Aurelion," Roric said with a deep weariness in his voice. "The invaders are coming to destroy this world."
"How do you know that, Captain?" Aurelion asked. "Did Primordia tell you? Or did one of the ones you killed confess?"
