[Arc] Respite

Leo didn't offer any words at Blitz's response, although he certainly could have. A vast array of people, from the Knights of Fiore to freedom fighters and other groups dedicated to preserving Earthland in its final breaths, had been involved in ultimately usurping the man's throne, and it had been no easy feat. He recalled the carnage of the clashing sides, those who remained loyal to their king regardless of the atrocities committed, but the real monster had been Stefan himself. How one man had managed to accumulate so much power, well, it was a question best left unanswered.

Based on Blitz's comments it did indeed seem he simply liked to pick fights for little reason other than the enjoyment of them, disregarding scale, magnitude, or the severity of any issue. He had to have once been truly powerful, however, if he had actually held his own against Stefan's brother, who had been a force in his own right. Time had taken its toll, Leo supposed, as was the case with all things. The idea that nobody recalled the events of the past, however, was amusing to say the least, especially considering the company they were in. "You speak as if there aren't people like us around," he said. "Aside, the more... academic fields of study aren't quite as looked down upon now as they were in the past. Even ancient history has been pieced together into a more coherent narrative."

It was not long before Eris had took the ship's controls once more, steering a downtrodden Blackjack toward the capital of Trillium and eventually veering west to their home. The night betrayed no enemy vessels, only glistening ice under faint moonlight. Thus, for the moment all was well, although it would only be so long until peace was shattered once more.