Artist: N/A - Song: SunSlammer- Word Count: 738
"There will be details to work out, but none of which are immediately pressing."
The man would push off the desk walking to his cabinet opening it to reveal a small bottle of some type of brown alcohol. It was almost a given for public officials to have some within their office, with the long nights and even longer meetings sometimes it helped to take the edge off. It was a relatively rare brand and make, the perks of being alive for so long and connected he always managed to indulge himself when he truly wanted. Removing two glasses as well he'd stride back over to his desk, looking over his shoulder briefly.
"Can I offer a drink?"
Regardless of what she said he'd pour himself a small glass, and herself one if she affirmed she wanted one, before placing the bottle down taking a small sip. The warmness of the liquid wasn't lost on his dulled senses, taking a soft breath before a smile came onto his lips. It was pleasant, he felt the gears which was his soul grinding and roaring to life- that flame returning in force. He'd swish the brown liquid around before looking at Abalia once more.
"We're so damn close, Abalia. The hounds of war are being called, the people are hopeful, we have men and women not only ready to die for Vastime- but live for it." His voice raised softly, his eyes closing as the warm smile on his lips seemed to expand. This was a man who despite all his flaws, despite all his short comings, despite everything against him, had still managed to do something worth remembering.
"What's your take on all this Abalia? On this empire we've built on the bones of a broken continent? I could rage and rage about the injustices we've faced but I find myself invigor'd by the simple idea that this- this is real."
The man voice would strain when he spoke 'this' pointing downward at the floor, an indication of the world they built. That was right, the world THEY built. He wasnt the only one giving up everything to see this through- the passion and vigor in his voice- the relaxed smile which was almost a beam now. He was happy, he may be worried over his people and the world but..
He was happy. This made him happy.
"I was entertaining the idea of retiring after the war."
The man would lift the drip to his lips, his hazel irises glowing briefly as a thin smile was on his lips. The cool motion of him downing a small sip of his tonic. He'd slowly place it down next to him, the brown liquid swishing softly in the glass as he did so.
"But I've come to accept something, we all have our roles. I think, mines will not be finished at the end of this war. I believed, there is much to be done still afterwards. Do you concur or do you think a retirement after the war would be more beneficial for the people?"