"..." Farrelan unexpectedly raised an eyebrow, "Do you think they can win?"
He didn't specify who 'they' were, but both men understood what the other meant.
"Maybe they can, maybe they can't," Dane didn't provide a definitive answer, "but it's not because they are certain to win that I choose to stand with them."
A faint sense of loss welled up in Farrelan's heart; he thought he had gotten over it, but when his friend stood before him once again, he realized there was still a hurdle there.
That was because he had already chosen the victor before, since then living in the Royal Capital, marrying, having children, enjoying a prosperous life.
"Good luck to you, I'm heading home."
Farrelan waved his hand and turned to walk towards the station exit.
"I'll come to visit you," Dane said.
He waited until the other man's figure had vanished before leaving the station through a different exit and boarding a waiting carriage.
"Please take me to Walter News Agency."
