Talis, the very AI that had put you in this precepture was the one saving you from Cumberland. Talis was the reason wars hadn’t broken out throughout all of these years, he was the one who kept the peace. And he’d be damned if a nation tried to kill one of the children of peace. He put your battered body down on the couch, the abbot who was meant to be your teacher nearby. Talis and the Abbot were talking as if they were old friends. “Tell you what, if they come looking for kids to line up against the wall, give them some young and cute. I don’t think armentero’s has the stomach for that.” Talis huffed “But you do?” asked the Abbot, looking up at Talis. “To save the precaptures? Absolutely, call the morality of altitude. I’m an awfully long way past my snot nose days, now quit nattering at me. I need to put a hole out to the snow so I can wipe out Louisville.” Talis threatened, obviously annoyed someone had the audacity to try and take his children of peace hostage. But the Abbot was too busy worrying over you, checking your wounds and trying to ease the sting in your joint from the torture the cumberlander’s had put you through. “Amberose, really. They’re fine. and I’m just going to kill them later when I get my room back online.” Talis hummed, using the Abbots real name while looking directly at you.