She leaned against the chair she was sitting on. She looked at the man and he looked back at her. His blue eyes stared straight into her soul and she knew he could see all her troubles and worries. She looked away as she fought back her tears.
"What if we don't win?" She asked
"If we don't win the first time, we would try again and again till we win. Have you been to Southside lately? Everybody is terrified. They've heard of a savior coming to save then from their misery but they await the savior. They live in agony, waiting for you. Hoping and praying that you would help then end Cyrus' reign of terror"
"How is South side now?" She asked
"Horrible. He kills people on a daily basis by feeding on their life force, their souls and tell them that they are dying for the greater good"
"How do people still believe that?"
