"Sympathy..."
Raphael heard his older brother mumble to himself leaning on one arm as they soon arrived in Sparta. They were discreet, and they successfully infiltrated the city-state since it had weaker defenses and security due to their best men being at war with Athens.
They were now staying inside a villa, preparing for the attack on the city-states' major areas like the agora and the castle.
"What about sympathy, Brother?" He asked, offering him a cup of herbal mountain tea.
Gabriel smiled, and took a sip from his cup. "Do you think that Father ever fostered sympathy for those who have fallen?"
Raphael's throat went dry. He had to be careful on how to respond. What if his brother tried to use this against him, and tell his subordinates that he actually doesn't believe in his father's cause? What if he actually wants him to disavow their Father, and prove his loyalty to him? What if—
