"I'm sure they might approve of seeing a new leader. They're probably tired of my stern face."
Aina finishes her own soup and grabs the empty dishes,
"With all that being said I feel it might be best for us to get our sleep."
"That being said you should sleep on my question of what you are fighting for.... I know you're fighting for freedom, well at least the prospect of it.... but..."
"Having a broad goal like that can be very dangerous, so after this freedom what are you freedom? What will gaining this freedom do for you? What will it enable you to do? You aren't wrong to want freedom, but why are you fighting for freedom? Is it because of your personal goals? From our conversation it honestly seems like you are fighting for freedom, in order to fight for freedom. You're words make me wonder if you actually have any goals for your life. You should."
He stops again,
"If you are not pushing yourself further towards a goal beyond freedom then I feel like you will not find that freedom."
He takes off his pirate hat and hangs it on the wall,
"I found my own freedom in the seas far and blue, where the dancing lights caress the waves in the moonless nights. I found my freedom in my pirating. I was free to do as I pleased, but I only thought in the moment I forgot my future.... no one fears an old pirate. Old pirate legends are almost always replaced by their younger generations and I'm starting to become old for a pirate, but my pirate's life cost me something. It cost me my freedom to be a normal man."
He hangs up his jacket,
"I sought freedom in the seas but I lost my freedom on the lands. I am very lucky that Gathens is what it is, that it is so corrupt. This is a country where money is more important than human life. I am happy to say that Dulhen is the least corrupt of the three cities, but nothing in the present will stay the same, only the past will stay its course. So I encourage you to keep to what matters most to you, because that is what I can only seek to do. I nearly lost my boy and quite honestly I could have lost the love of my life and it is likely that I will lose my life in this war, but my boy is fighting in it and I can only protect him if I'm around...."
He sighs and hangs his powder horn and a small rough sack,
"So I'm fighting for your country's freedom, but most importantly I'm fighting to protect my reckless child."
Aina begins cleaning the dirty dishes and Blud rolls his sleeves and goes over to help her.
Moenir gets comfortable, lying on a branch. He searched the night sky aimlessly, peering at the wandering stars. He was able to hear his father's speech and he was still thinking about what his father told him at the bridge. His words made him think wondering which side he was fighting for. Was he going to fight for Sarah's side and the rest of those in Kenasa? It was certainly the least profitable option... unless there was a variable unseen.... Moenir releases a sigh from his chest, a lot happened today and tomorrow perhaps even more would happen.
"Dear... I think you love your speeches too much, but overall I do agree with what was said."
Blud scratches the back of his neck a tiny bit embarrassed,
"Well I do try to make them shorter than usual."