France, September 24th 1803
10:33 PM
The silence between Lucius and Lukas was pretty intense. None of them wanted to give in.
However, after a few more seconds, Lucius sighed in defeat. "What do you want with me anyway, Lukas? Why are you even here to begin with?" he asked.
Lukas shrugged his shoulders. "When I see a soldier of mine with visible emotional problems, I have to take care of it. That surely will backfire in the moment of the battle," he said before changing his position on the chair. "As for why I am here, I asked you my question first," the blonde boy added.
Lucius took a deep breath. There was no way in the world he was going to tell it to Lukas. No, he also had his dignity!
"It's just the shoulder, Lukas, don't worr-"