Austria, July 3rd 1803
7:35 AM
Right after Freida's question, silence perpetuated between both her and Lukas for a few seconds.
Lukas blinked a few times. "...What?" he then laughed ironically. "Are you kidding me, Freida?" the blonde boy asked.
Freida, meanwhile, just dragged her finger across her glass. "I don't know," she said while shrugging her shoulders. "The thing is that... you always seem to find a way to solve anything, so it just looks strange that you couldn't find a solution for the revolutions," the blonde woman explained.
Lukas looked incredulous for a bit before scoffing. "Is this for real?" he asked. "What makes you think I want this war to happen?" the blonde boy questioned.
Freida raised her head to look at Lukas. "It's pretty hard to understand all your reasons, Lukas. Besides, you've already shown that you might be capable of doing something like that if it helps you achieve your goals," she said.