Readying for Battle - Part 10

"Ah, but I did," Oliver said. He took a step closer to her. Now that they seemed to be showing no want to use their swords, it felt odd to be speaking with such a distance between them. He wanted to at least be able to see her face, with the shadows cloaking it so completely. "I did exactly as I wished to. What good is strength, if I cannot use it as I wish? Could I even be called strong, if a precious subordinate was in front of me, and I did not have it within my capacity to save them."

"A precious subordinate?" Lasha repeated.

"That is right… Though I suppose you are far too high ranking for me to call you as such. One day, you will no doubt be sitting in a position above me, commanding battalions of your own. If you had the wish to, you would even be called General," Oliver said.

"I did not wish to," Lasha said. "I would have been quite content just serving you. If I had been enough like that… Then I would have been fine with it."