Across the table, the light of the candles flickered slightly, casting an exquisitely beautiful face.
Dressed in her finest, Catherine Carter elegantly used her knife to cut a piece of food and placed it in her mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately.
"You really helped me out this time, I don't even know how to thank you..."
"..."
Leonard Churchill laughed it off, unfazed.
The two had been through life and death together; they were not the kind of friends who needed to be polite with each other.
Catherine spoke in a calm voice, "That battle at Gold-digging Dock. I almost truly died."
Leonard glanced at her, "..."
Catherine remained calm, but recalling the event, she said, "Right, do you remember when we last met, you offered to buy me a drink?"
Leonard said, "I remember."
Suddenly, Catherine raised her glass and smiled, "Shall we have a drink then?"
As she spoke, she sighed, "Who knows if we will have the chance to drink together like this again."
War is always cruel.
