"Surrender, or we won't play your games anymore, my dear daughter."
Queen Adel was floating in the expanse of space, carrying Osk and another warrior from the Sisterhood by the neck; both of them were still alive, but barely.
And even from inside the ship, Aerith could see the resolution in her mother's eyes and knew that whatever any of them say, there was no longer changing her mind. But still, Aerith took a deep breath… and began to speak.
"Mother, I know that we have never seen eye to eye—and we probably never will. You want me to surrender, but I can't do that… not anymore, and not now that I know the fate that awaits our people if they stay," Aerith said as she slowly floated closer to the window,
"This isn't just about freedom anymore, mother. This is about survival—and I have already accepted that you and father are probably never going to change. But please, at least give that chance to our people. Let me take my son, let me take the children…
