[Salone]

Lev turned his head to study the doddering old man, trying to size him up for what he really was. He raised his hands in the air only to drop them by his sides, his left hand twitching as empty palm hit his coat.

"What is point? Of keeping faith. Leader is dead, in...in both places. Right me if wrong, but what is point of keeping loyalty to an empty kingdom? What so special about either? And if god is so great, and if god has fallen, should children of god take up his mantle? Must god's work truly by our own?"

He paused, not quite sure if he was making sense. He pointed in the man's face, trying to make his words more...intelligible.

"I understand admiration for dead man, following another dead man's path. But these kingdoms, they are empty. Why follow them? Why even bother? Strong enough army, you could take one for yourself! I know not of heaven, but I hear it is not fortress or unobtainable as it used to be. A barren wasteland, not unlike our own. Perhaps it is best for these 'Saints' to be forgotten, like leader. If these scourges can be reasoned with, they can be dealt with, yes? There are certainly more of them then holy warriors still standing."