"When I saw it I thought it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. He wasn't like the other lads in the unit. Neither were you."
There was a long moment of silence from Ash, he took a moment to look back at Otis, who'd been playing his violin, to Horik, who seemed noticeable anxious, to Seru who seemed stern and determined, and to M'Kama who seemed relatively calm, yet intent.
"You're right old friend... Still trying to decide whether that's a blessing, or a curse." Ash turned back to Percy, who handed him the glittering gun.
"It wasn't until I came here I realized... gold burns, same as everything else."
The Captain took the gun in his hand, letting himself feel the weight of it for a moment, getting familiar with it. "Everything... Except perhaps for justice." He spoke softly, giving his old friend a sort of wistful smile.
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Tamil gave a brief speech, reminding the group of their new responsibilities, and the consequences if they didn't follow through with them. "Thank you for the pep talk, a sure fire way to inspire the troops." Ash said with a light note of sarcasm as he followed the group to the boats. They all began to climb in, quickly figuring out their seating arrangement.
Before Ash could climb in, he turned around one last time. Looking at Percy, he gave him an old Sorillian salute. His loyalties to Sor were long gone, but the bonds that are created between soldiers, true warriors of a righteous cause, those could outlast any empire.
Ash turned back to his boat and climbed in. "Once more, unto the breach..." He whispered.