Malinha continued her gaze on Leonardo, and his struggle for words. Fink was still laying between them, and still silent to Malinha, but enjoying the many different emotions coming off the two, making him slightly dizzy, but laid on the floor, watching the people. She watched him try and find words, a most predictable way to respond to her, after all, why would an enemy suddenly seem to forgive them after the crimes they committed? Then again, he had not known Malinha and what went on in her mind.
"You. You are a better person than I." He said, which made her scoff a bit in her head. Considering the tactics she had used, she had committed as many, if not more, crimes against countries than him, albeit quieter. Her gaze continued. "If we were in each others shoes. I would do everything in my power to destroy you and take away everything you love.". With that, she felt something inside her chest break almost, well not break, so much as fill with emotion. It felt like she had been stabbed, but at the same time almost reassuring, she couldn't tell the emotion to save her life, and Fink watched in confusion at the emotion around her.
"I wish such things could happen that you and I would not be enemies. And I do not know why you say this. Not after all that has happen, will happen, or may happen, but.." His voice dropped off, and then continued in a soft tone only audible to her, "Thank you." She was truly confused at the Prince. According to his military history, he was a man with no conscience, but with his gathered history he was a sensitive soul who loved to read. He was thankful for the absolution, although she wasn't clear why. She knew that he would continue his march if peace didn't work, so his reasons for thanking her were odd. "This boy has a lot in his head." The Fox told her, which she had already guessed.
She looked into the crowd as well as she began to talk, "The peace between our people, and even us is possible Leonardo, it is." She said softly, before turning to face him once more. "You claim to not know why I am saying these things to you, things that any other person wouldn't say if their life held in the balance? I say these things because you and I are the same. We are both children raised not as children, but raised because of body and mind. I have more natural magical ability than anyone seen in a long time, if I were a student at a college, I could challenge the arch-mage and win. I was raised around teachers, always another lesson, always another spell to learn. My mother tried her best to mother me, but my father, gods rest him, would always want me to become better. I spend my childhood surrounded by books and old men. The few times I interacted with others was in a controlled setting, and I would always try and run."
"You, on the other hand," She paused, trying to gather her words properly. "By looking at your father, one would expect his son to be strong in body, but not you. You are lithe, graceful, and keen on words; traits highly valued in a female. I say this not out of bitterness or wrath, but I can tell you had a difficult childhood as well. Your father making sure that no one could break you, and you grew to crave his approval, am I correct?"
She continued, without waiting for a response, "We are the same; children raised for their father's guilt or praise. And that is why I do not wish to kill you. Because together, I know that we may lead the world into a peace, and no longer be held in our father's grasps. And if we are the same, then I know you are strong enough to break from him, and join on the side of peace." She ended, her eyes soft on the man, hoping that she had at least cracked a little into his wall.