"If we're fighting, we'll go all in." Nyx said as she pulled herself from the hug.
"Agreed."
"Which means the forsaken need better training, better weapons, and better tactics…"
"Which means we start planning for war." Raziel finished for her.
"Can we win?"
"I don't know. The numbers are terrible." He took her to the strategy table where maps and reports were scattered.
They spent the next hour planning. But beneath the planning, Nyx couldn't ignore the truth that there people were going to die. Maybe some of them, maybe all of them and somehow, it would be because of her.
That evening, Nyx couldn't sleep. She collapsed on the bed in Raziel's chambers, closed her eyes, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw the bodies laying on the ground covered with blood. She gave up on sleeping around midnight and walked to the balcony.
"Can't sleep either?"
She turned and saw Raziel standing at the door. He looked exhausted as well.
"Nightmares." She admitted.
