For a second Ana felt bad for the man but she reminded herself this man was responsible for the death of many innocents, so why was he acting so human? She offered him a polite smile and shifted her dress, clasping her hands in front of her, "I do understand, I can't imagine your job is easy?" She asked quietly as she locked eyes on his.
The man seemed to soften at her words his stiff composure seemed to melt like butter at her understanding. "No, it's not," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's a constant struggle to balance the needs of my people with those of the occupying force. We're caught in the middle, you, see? And it's tearing us apart."
"I don't know much about your people" She answered truthfully her eyes skimming over his large form, he was strong and powerful there was no way she could fend him off if she needed to, "In my eyes you....well."
