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"I admit," He started, a light shrug to his shoulders as he did, still smiling to his counter-part and lover. "They weren't the most favorable terms, but our terms, nonetheless." There was no doubt how he, or likely she, would have liked to see the Coalition utterly crushed beyond a chance of recovery, to avenge the shame and defeat they had suffered six hundred years ago. "I will take you to see Belka, my love, and your Azrica." He promised her, pulling her close as he did.

The Emperor held the woman's smaller frame with gentle ease. "Good, love. They have a galaxy to wipe clean." There was no questioning that Kampf intended to reject the terms proposed by the Coalition's minister - instead embarking on a campaign of genetic and cultural genocide.

"I compliment you, my Linde," The man spoke, looking to her eyes as he did, "Because you are greater than any other, my love, my Empress." He returned to pressing his cheek against her own, lightly moving to peck at her neck afterwards.