The night is thick with tension, yet the discussion drags on. The second letter had demanded something impossible, something that only deepened the divide between them and the people they were trying to reach.
The weight of it lingers in the air, pressing down on the gathered group like an unseen force.
Ace leans back against the wall, arms crossed, staring at the letter still resting on the table. "Well! That's total bulshit! We're not doing that. We rather choose war than sacrifices." Ace snaps, his composure thinning. Just by the mention of sacrifices his powers start sparkling.
Kieran noticing his uneasiness, holds his hand. He knows Ace hates anything to do with bloodshed, and right now this must be killing him, this must be what has been stressing him since he doesn't know how to end this conflict in peace.
This makes Kieran think harder, he goes quiet trying to find a solution that Ace will like, that will help him end the war the way he wants.