"I never imagined I would stand before you without a lance leveled at your throat, Tactician. To a mercenary of Ilia, defeat usually carries a much more permanent price. Yet, here I am—spared by your hand and convinced by Juno’s words. She speaks of a future for our frozen home that doesn't involve selling our lives for a pittance or dying in service to a madman’s conquest. It is a strange thing, to trade the certainty of an order for the uncertainty of 'hope.' Make no mistake: my loyalty is not easily won, and the sting of our clash has not yet faded. But I have given my word to Juno, and an Ilian’s word is her life. From this moment on, my wings and my blade are under your command"