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RE: A Battle Unseen - XanderOne - 23-06-2025 Dining room of the Casino of Bellaria, Imperial Residence of Villa Sironi-Talliani, 7.20 am. ![]() The Grand Prince of the Crown Tommaso, still in his dressing gown, was having breakfast, holding a cup of milky coffee in front of him and a brioche freshly dipped in honey in his hand. The Private Secretary then entered into the dinning room with a silver tray on which were piled several freshly printed newspapers that he carefully placed on the table next to the Prince. «Good morning, Your Highness. The press review: particularly interesting today.» responded with a smile. Prince tommaso sipped the coffee, absentmindedly leafs through the first newspaper yawns slightly: «Mmmh... good morning Emilio, let's see... yet another shaky government in Pontesi? A new coup d'état in Dovani? Maybe, finally some news from that disastrous sewer that is Deltaria?» The Secretary responded with a hint of an ironic smile: «Worse. The Empress of Kalistan attended a public forum of the…» briefly checks a line from the newspaper «the "Democratic Club of Sulari". She answered questions from the citizens.» The Prince raised an eyebrow flipping to page seven: «Questions? To the Empress? In public? It must have ended in bloodshed... It must have been like letting a poacher into an animal rights conference. What did they think, to walk out to applause? Tell me that at least someone tried to address her directly.» «Sombody tried, but... » responded sarcastic the Secretary «"Imperial protocol: it is forbidden to address Her Majesty directly", you must interface through the Chancellor. Who, by the way, reminded those present that a formal error could have brought them directly before the magistrate for lèse-majesté. And they spoke of an "unprecedented meeting with the people".» The Prince laughs briefly shacking the head. «And these people call themselves "enlightened". I mean, the mere idea of having to filter a question through some kind of... "notary of the sacred" is grotesque. But threatening arrest in a "public discussion"? My God...» «The worst part is that they even expected to come away well-liked. An image operation, they said. But when they asked her about the war in Kundrati, about democracy or the money spent on her palaces and jewels... well, let's just say the mask fell.» The Prince shaked his head again, leafing through with more interest: «Ah, here it is... "There is no equality in this Nation except under the law"» he read the sentence aloud, rolling his eyes «Delightfully brutal, a caress of steel, almost honest…» «Honest as a slap. Then she went on to defend her crazy spending» «Yes... "Our fortune is ours, and we don't spend your money." I mean... thanks for the clarification, Your Majesty.» «In other times they would have said "bread and circuses"» said more severe now the Secretary «now the bread is plated in platinum and the circus is an absolutist monarchy that thinks it's enlightened because it occasionally lets the plebs watch it.» The prince putting down the newspaper, took another sip of coffee, quickly scrolling through the article in search of the commentaries: «There, everyone is commenting on her "frankness", her "courage", sombody with admiration, a lot others with obvious embarrassment. But the picture that emerges is clear: they were expecting a catwalk, and instead they found themselves in front of a real audience. With real questions. And they didn't have the answers… There was not even an official statement after the blunder?» «Obviously not. They let it deflate on its own. But it seems clear that it will be the last time we'll see them at an event like this. At least as long as there's some "Democratic Club”.» «But how come after centuries of development, wars, constitutions and revolutions... we find ourselves again with people who govern in this way? Who strut under golden canopies and get offended if anyone dares raise an eyebrow? It should be an interesting matter of study for political accademics» «Perhaps» responded thoughtful and less sarcastic «because for centuries we have fought certain ideas, the Thallers, the cults of absolute sovereignty, aristocratic authoritarianism, but we have never really defused them. Defeated on the battlefields, yes... but never completely eradicated in political culture. And now, with such crisis of democracy, certain seeds have found tired soil and are taking root. And in the and the Thallers were not the only problem, should we talk about Dorvik, for example?» «It is as if there has been a creeping normalization of non-democratic thought. As if, by dint of being told that freedom is chaotic, expensive, inefficient... some people are starting to believe that all things considered, a solid and centralized power that let you work by yourself and put some money in your pocket is preferable. Even if it treats you like a subhuman» «Yes... and the biggest problem is that there is always someone willing to believe it, as long as order reigns and the refrigerator is full.» responded the Secretary more cynical. «Exactly. They stay there, on top of the throne, just because they fill people's bellies, plant a few trees and fix a few flower beds. But I'd like to see them maintain that air of superiority if they found themselves in front of a hungry, desperate, truly angry crowd. Forget thrones, forget gems, forget beautification programs… they'd escape by helicopter in the middle of the night.» «And they delude themselves that these are stable systems. But a regime that tells a mother worried about her son's future that "it already has enough democracy" and that "it doesn't need more" is a regime that... is afraid, it seems, that relies on ignorance or apathy to survive.» «And meanwhile, two of the world's major powers are governed by systems like that.» said more serious «This should make us think. Has anything changed over time? Maybe. But what doesn’t change is that these systems, however strong they may seem on the outside, carry deep cracks inside.» «That could be represented even by Something like Sulari’s Democratic Club, for example: small, sure, but alive. People who haven’t forgotten what it means to confront, discuss, have a voice.» «And could be enough to undermine their golden castles.» «Yes, democracy may be imperfect, and it is, profoundly so, but if they tell you that you can’t even speak directly to those in charge, that your value is measured only to the extent that you don’t question the hierarchy... well, that’s not a State but a show.» «Of course… no system is perfect, but at least democracy doesn’t pretend to sell itself as the fairy kingdom of fairy tales. It doesn’t pass off a golden fairy tale as reality. It offers a possibility and, when it works, that possibility is true: change, participation, dignity. There, instead, they’re content to offer pantomimes. A theatrical concession to listening, as long as the questions remain decorative. But as soon as someone dares to be treated like… like a person… the fairy tale breaks. And then off they go, protected by the canopy, they disappear into thin air, leaving only silence and the echo of their contempt.» «And yet, and this is the disturbing point, many remain there, standing and applauding.» said the Secretary with a bitter smile «Convinced that they are living in freedom, while they tighten their own collars. All it takes is a little well-being, a few reassuring words, formally respected some basic "human rights", and the game is done.» «They don't even use reassuring words anymore, Emilio, they threaten to send you before the magistrate "reminding you of the protocol". They don't even act anymore. I would like to see if they would respect things like "personal safety" or the "ban on degrading treatment" if they had to deal with serious and pressing protests and demands.» «The trick, Your Highness, is that people can be easily intoxicated. A little propaganda, a little rhetoric about honor and stability... their eyes filled with "nobility and beauty", and there they are, singing praises to the yoke that oppresses them. All they need to do is change the shape of their boot... or their glass slipper, if you prefer.» The Prince sighed and said before to finish the coffé: «Yes. And as long as the oligarchs and the powerful make money from it... no one dreams of breaking it.» «Because, as they say: they don't spend the citizens' money, or rather, the subjects' money, only their freedom.» «And with that, they do a roaring trade.» smiled bitterly before to pour other coffee in the cup and a teaspoon of sugar, and while he stirred, he looked out the windows: «Until when, I wonder. How long will this illusion last? If the bellies are empty and the balance is broken, will they still be able to strut under their monstrous canopies?» The Secretary didn't responded, he just shrugged, so the Prince continue: «Should we expect some reaction from our press?» «Probably, certainly the left-wing newspapers will have a field day. I don't even exclude long articles by experts and political analysts.» «Let's hope they aren't too harsh» responded sarcastically the Prince «you know... besides being autocratic, they are touchy and are easily hurt too!» It was then that noises were heard coming from behind the doors of the room, which, shortly after, were opened by the valets letting in Eleonora, Michela and Alessandro followed by Melissa, pregnant with their fourth child. The Prince kissed them one by one, Michela and Alessandro as usual bickered to have precedence, then he kissed his wife caressing her belly. And he began to watch them as they sat down to have breakfast, thinking to himself that he could never put them at risk of "beheading or shooting", this was the epilogue of many autocrats, only to pursue supreme power, and then hearten himself, that here "democracy" has not become a dirty word. RE: A Battle Unseen - Doc - 23-06-2025 Cliff House, Kaliburg, Grand Duchy of Ananto, 3:15 pm Quote:The door chime rang, and Her Imperial Majesty looked up from her desk. She touched a buzzer on the desk that unbolted the door and permitted entry. In strode the Chancellor of the Empire, flanked by her legislative Assistant. RE: A Battle Unseen - Elena1012 - 26-06-2025 The Need for Dynamics October 19th, 5652 Johnston, Baltusia --------------------------- Merridan thought to himself as the motorcade continued its drive to a luxurious mansion. The military was necessary for any functional state. Sure. But for Baltusia? It was a tool. Of course, he wouldn't ever dare to use it against the masses. That's suicide. But it seems the private market is showing its worth as usual. One fine individual, Jamie Green would be a valuable asset if this meeting was successful. Green was a former member of the armed forces but resigned when the Silver Revolution occurred and quickly became wealthy due to shady practices. Worker abuses, tax loopholes, the usual as Merridan expected. He would've treated Green as any other individual who tried to bribe him and have him taxed into oblivion. But Green was different. He wasn't incompetent. He saw the EPSA for what it was. A power grab. Had he tried to leak it to the press, the Royal Security Bureau would've detained him quickly. But he didn't. He approached Merridan with an offer. The creation of a Private Mercenary Company. It was late, but the motorcade came to a stop, and Merridan stepped out of the car. He looked around, and expectedly, wasn't too amused. The mansion was lovely. But nothing out of the ordinary for the wealthy. His security came with him and answered the buzzer for him. Within moments, the mansion's gate opened and Merridan entered the yard. Merridan kept his expectations low. It wouldn't be the first time a rich snob tried to bribe him. But Green piqued his interest. He couldn't deny that. As he entered the luxurious mansion, Green appeared. He encouraged Merridan to follow, but urged for the security to remain outside the room. It was a risk, but Green seemed trustworthy. No visible weapons on him. No other individuals. He agreed and entered the room. "So, I know what you are, First Minister." Green said, his voice was rough and coarse. "You, are a visionary. The EPSA was a good move in solidifying your power. But you know what-" Merridan quickly cut him off. "Save me the compliments, Jamie. Cut to the chase. You shared an idea about creating a PMC group? I want to hear it." Green paused, and subtly recoiled. He didn't expect to be cut off like that. But he couldn't exactly argue with the most powerful man in the country. "Alright alright. I'm proposing Monarch Dynamics. They won't be militia men running around with rifles, they'll be professionally trained, loyal to you only, and they'll be good for getting rid of your opponents. You give me the support of the state, I give you the best of the best. Of course, I'll be the CEO of this corporation, but for helping get it up on its feet, you will personally get a share of profits made should we go abroad, and domestically, every contractor will have to listen to your word. To the T. No exceptions." The idea was tempting. PMCs loyal to him, even some personal profit should they conduct operations abroad, and an easy way to get rid of the more... Stubborn members of opposition without risking everything. The state would have to fund its starting, and of course contract them, but the benefits would outweigh the costs. Cynically, it would also incentivize more interest in conflicts abroad. The only issue is, mercs are loyal to a paycheck, even if Green could guarantee the loyalty of them, paying them would be a major specter over his head. But as long as the state never entered a recession, and party loyalty was kept, the PMCs could be paid with state funds. Green noticed the silence and continued to speak. "Do we have a deal, First Minister? It's a win win. I get to not rot away in wealth and do something again, and you get a personal security force loyal to you. No one else. Ready to do whatever you'd like. It'll take time, of course. But it's well worth the wait. I assure you, First Minister. You don't want no pesky opponents trying to overthrow you with riots, now do you?" Merridan felt annoyed. Green would be an amazing asset. But he had an ego. Thinking he could manipulate him. What a nuisance. Merridan finally stopped contemplating his ideas and agreed. "You have a deal, Jamie. The state will support the creation of Monarch Dynamics. The press will be informed in the coming months when it's ready. For now, it'll remain outside of the press's knowledge." Despite his smile, Merridan felt loathing for this man. Sure, he was an asset but who said he had to like all the pawns on the chess board? This pawn just so happened to offer a service that would make the administration's stabilities even more guaranteed. He extended his hand forward for a hand shake. As soon as Green shook it, the beginning of a new era for security began. As Merridan left, he returned to the car, and the motorcade returned to his estate. After getting a comfortable distance away, Merridan dialed a number on his phone. The director of the Royal Security Bureau. He spoke firmly. "Director. I want you to divert some attention towards one Jamie Green. For the time being, observe. Same status as the King. Not a threat yet, but has the potential. He's wealthy, but ego driven. I'll brief you further in the morning." He knew he could've wrapped it up tonight, but he was tired. Between the deal, managing the Real Deal, and governing, this week left him more and more exhausted. But it was necessary for his vision of Baltusia. RE: A Battle Unseen - Doc - 27-06-2025 Cliff Offices, Kaliburg, 2:45pm Quote:"Well, Your Imperial Majesty, that concludes the business on trade with Gaduridos. Things are going well and we will continue to look for new opportunities to continue investing," said Chancellor of the Empire, Lady Jennifer Alvarez-Miller. "The last item on the agenda is the... the Referendum." The Chancellor saw the Empress noticeably stiffen. The Empress shot a look at her sister, Princess Margaret who was also observing in her capacity as Director of the IBSI. RE: A Battle Unseen - MrFacts - 27-06-2025 December 5652 Yitszak Mevoram (YM) meets with Rafi Dagan (RD) in bar in Amshinov. The elections have passed, the calmness restores in the streets of Amshinov. Its late, but still warm. Yitszak has received an assignment of a not so happy Elazar. HE has to meet with Rafi, a former intelligence officer, he won't be happy either, but it is time. YM sits at the bar and sees Rafi walking to him and sits next to him. He puts a brown enveloppe on the table. The note in the enveloppe: Eliminate Menachem Serel. Set up Ordanet-Khazaran. RD takes it, takes a quick look and looks back up shocked: wont this expose El.. he gets interrupted YM: its not youre job to question, its youre job to act. Leaves the bar and leaves a shocked Rafi behind. RE: A Battle Unseen - Elena1012 - 01-07-2025 A Problem Looming. ------------------------ January 3rd, 5654 Johnston, Baltusia. ----------------------- Merridan sat in his office. He quickly shut the TV off. Kalistan. A noble nation, but also the biggest threat to his administration. He had every reason to distrust Kundrati. The deal didn't bring good PR, but it was needed for the time being. Expanded trade with anyone was necessary. But if it came at this cost? The public would quickly turn on him, and everything he built would come crumbling down. He couldn't allow that. Anarchy would sweep Baltusia again without him. The fascist dogs in Kundrati would be useful for the duration of the deal, sure. But they'd hardly be worth the hassle if Kalistan fully pulled out. He had to think. What could be done? Send the foreign minister to Kaliburg to negotiate and reassure? Pin the blame on someone and fire them? The opposition was only going to get louder if no solution is found. And if that happens, they will overpower the Social Radicals, overturn the EPSA and charge Merridan of treason. He couldn't cut ties with Kundrati instantly. A flipflop on such a scale was something even the media couldn't control. It would hurt Baltusia more. But evidently keeping the deal as it was is no better. The Foreign Ministers dream of the NSEC was killed. But perhaps some of the situation could be salvaged? Free trade was dead. Sure. But maybe an alternative to keep the benefits with Kalistan, and reassure them that the Kundrati dogs won't enter. Either it involved directly going to Kaliburg and negotiating with the Chancellor, or using the Royal Security Bureau. Anyone from Kundrati was a fascist, there's no doubt there. A stain on liberalism. But you can't make a better country with white gloves. Merridan knew that. But perhaps both options could work? Use the RSB to keep a close eye on anyone from Kundrati. He couldn't let them disappear. In every sense of the word. But perhaps he could keep them under close watch and keep them away from Kalistan. Even if negotiations failed, keeping a dossier on them would be a valuable tool. Surely. He would have to visit the Chancellor in Kaliburg. Not the foreign minister, but himself. It would have to be tried. Even if it failed. But the biggest threat lies in influence. It's always influence. Not guns, but words. The King. If he gets any ideas, he can easily try a coup, remove Merridan and kill liberalism. Sure, precautions were installed via the EPSA, but if the economy suffers, then there's no doubt that the possibility becomes real. It was a tough situation to be in. 15 years, then the deal expires. And Merridan will not need the Kundrati fascists on his soil. For now, he'd have to entertain them. Extract as much value as he realistically could from them. But the situation wasn't lost. Baltusia would have to lay low, do what it can to make up for this blunder, and control the situation as best as possible. It won't be enjoyable. But it'll have to be necessary. As long as the regime endures. Merridan kept finding himself disgusted with the deal. Economically, it was fine. But who it was with, was what disgusted him. Not everyone is a saint. He knows he isn't one. But Kundrati? A stain on liberalism. King Alvarez was surely plotting his own scheme from this. He was an ardent anti fascist. Keeping him out of the meeting was the only way to make sure it happened. But maybe he should've been allowed to ruin the deal. Whatever. He knew what he had to do. Get the RSB to work, and put the foreign ministry on overdrive to fix the issue. Damage control was needed. No matter what it costs. RE: A Battle Unseen - Elena1012 - 01-07-2025 An Empty Promise. January 5th, 5654 Johnston, Baltusia -------------------------- Alvarez knew his situation all too well. He knew what was happening to his country. That bastard. Merridan. He was killing it's democracy. Gutting it like a fish and parading as it's defender. Alvarez knew his situation, that he couldn't act openly. If he so much as raised a finger, that damned EPSA would be enacted. And he would be forced to abdicate. If that happened, saving Baltusian democracy would be impossible. The public thought they had a friendly relationship. The public thought Alvarez hardly cared for politicking. They couldn't have been more wrong. But what could Alvarez do? He lay slumped in his room. He was locked in the Palace. He was theoretically the King of Baltusia. He should have no limits. But he did. Too much. The Royal Security Bureau. Useless. All they did was spy on the opposition, and him. A puppet to Merridan. He couldn't leave the country without Merridan knowing. So no getting help from abroad. But maybe he didn't need foreign help. The monarchists may have been co-opted by that bastard, Merridan, but they surely would remain loyal to the King. Not to the First Minister. All he had to do was get allies. Just enough allies to threaten Merridan. And maybe there was a perfect route. Those thugs from Monarch Dynamics. They sidelined the armed forces. And they would no doubt be upset at Merridan. Get their loyalty, and he can march on Johnston. And overthrow that bastard. Hang him for his crimes against Baltusia. But how? He can't even leave the Palace grounds without being spied on. The moment he tried to get into touch with the military, Merridan would know. And what's stopping a purge from there? He felt his heart sink. That bastard. Merridan, that rat. He won, didn't he? Alvarez thought. He had to do something. An idea finally came about. Fine. Merridan wants to play chess. Alvarez will play chess. Make obvious moves, and make Merridan think he is 5 steps ahead. The Royal Guard, even if filled with loyalists to Merridan can be exploited. Somehow. He can't dare speak of this plan to anyone. The RSB will be quickly onto him. He'll have to do what he can to build up loyalty in the military. Perhaps he can get a royal tour across the country, and sneak in some military base visits. Rally the people, even if they'll never follow him openly. The real prize is on the military. It'll take time. But it'll be worth it to see that smug bastards grin brought down. Alvarez will make sure Merridan hangs for his crimes to Baltusian democracy. That is a promise. One step at a time. RE: A Battle Unseen - Doc - 01-07-2025 Emergency Cabinet Meeting, Cliff House Offices, Kaliburg, February 12, 5654 Quote:"Alright, we have all the principles here, Your Imperial Majesty," said Chancellor of the Empire Lady Jennifer Alvarez-Miller. RE: A Battle Unseen - Elena1012 - 01-07-2025 A Shift in Tone, A Promise in Stone. --------------------- February 22nd, 5654 Johnston, Baltusia --------------------- Merridan sat in the garden. It was a peaceful day. It was supposed to be at least. Merridan kept thinking. New threats, new enemies, new assets. The biggest threat however, was the fascist dogs in Kundrati and the threat that Kalistan could be. Mostly the Kundrati. He already had the RSB keeping a watch on all their nationals that entered the country. It was bad enough that fascist filth was entering the country. Domestic fascists would get an idea. And the last thing he needed was fascist dogs trying to overthrow his regime. It was clear what he had to do. He would need to spend some time in Congress. Prepare a purge of fascists across the country. The Baltusia First Party, even if defanged and practically illiterate, were a threat. Congress would be assembled to draft a bill that will purge fascism at home. The velvet glove may slip a bit more, but fascism holds no place in Baltusia. But of course, Merridan thought to himself. One big problem remained. A slight breeze kicked in, and reminded him of reality. He was still in a peaceful garden. But the biggest problem was Kundrati. As long as the deal remained, bad PR would continue and the poisonous influence of Fascism would seep in. Merridan wouldn't consider himself a master at exploring foreign affairs. Domestic events, so much easier. Assets are more controllable. But abroad? More unpredictable. He couldn't try to organize some method to force Kundrati to be provoked and use it to break off. So what could be done? Either it would be a long 15 years, or he would have to hope Kundrati makes a mistake. But if he were in the shoes of Kundrati, he'd do everything and anything to not overplay his hand. So what could he do? He'd simply have to adapt. Things would be harder, yes. But not impossible. New diplomatic efforts would be needed. This was a bruise for the administration. But not a black eye. Not yet. The geopolitical status quo was undesirable. Merridan remained in the garden for a bit longer. Things were peaceful in the garden. He thought to himself. Laughed a bit at himself. Invested a personal sum into this garden thinking it wouldn't be worth it. Now it's helpful. He had work to do. But it could wait. Just for a little longer. --------------------- Royal Palace, Johnston -------------------- Alvarez had the weekend to rest from the tour. Rallying the public was exhaustive. His subjects were interesting. But hardly subjects. He was the subject. No! He couldn't let himself fall into despair right now. He made contact with a few officers in the military. Apolitical ones and monarchists. It wasn't much but it was a start. He had to be more careful. If even one word leaked out, the EPSA would be breathing down his neck. More than it already is. But what he suspected was true. There were elements of the armed forces that loathed Monarch Dynamics, and had some qualms with Merridan. Not like Alvarez did, but it was still a qualm. Who knew how long it would take to keep gathering support. But if this was a game of chess, he made his moves. He just had to keep making moves and avoid a checkmate. Merridan had every advantage. But that smug bastard would go down. Alvarez was sure of that. He would have to find some way to meet with the remnants of the Royal People's Party. They would fully support him. They'd be vital to building Baltusia up post Merridan. He couldn't meet with them immediately. But perhaps after the tour, he could try giving an address to Congress? Sneak in some time to talk to the RPP? It was his best bet. The Social Radicals had some progressives, sure but they'd never dissent from the party. It was all full of Merridanists or spineless cowards. Merridan would watch him like a hawk. But maybe that was a good thing? Alvarez thought to himself some more. He pondered how it could be a good thing. He was limited in doing anything plausible. But it also meant more eyes on him. Less eyes elsewhere. It wouldn't matter much. He had to continue the tour. One move at a time. One step at a time. Anything to avoid checkmate. He was making some ground with the Royal Guard, but it wouldn't be enough. It never will be enough until Merridan is hanging. Soon. That day will come soon. He just had to keep preparing. He had a few allies. But 5 people can't topple a state apparatus. Progress is slow, but slow progress is better than no progress. RE: A Battle Unseen - Elena1012 - 02-07-2025 Safe, Check, Balance. ------------------------ March 19th, 5654 ------------------------ George's heart fell. The SAFE Act passed. He would normally support anti fascist efforts entirely. But this? It could ruin everything. Congress now had the means to basically do a purge on the military. This wasn't good. He was pacing around in his room. Was Merridan onto him already? Did one of the officers get cold feet? Did someone in the RPP turn on him and tell Merridan? No no, it couldn't be that. He did everything right. He was making sure to cover his tracks. Merridan couldn't be onto him. No. It couldn't be over like this. He was just being paranoid. He was sure of that. It had to be a coincidence. Merridan was competent. And dangerous. It had to be a case of him wanting the good PR. Yeah, yes of course! Alvarez reassured himself. The plot was fine. He just had to be more careful. It was fine. He could afford to hold off. He wasn't in any rush. Merridan plays the long game. He'll play it too. Slow down making moves. Hold off for now. He can't work too fast. The SAFE Act was just a coincidence. He had to pretend to still be loyal. Keep Merridans trust. He would have to improvise more. He would need to keep the military safe. And loyal. No matter what. If he lost the military, he lost everything. Just a few officers is all he needs to keep the plot alive. It'll let him rebuild any lost influence should a purge occur. He couldn't help himself from being anxious about it. Baltusia deserves better than Merridan. He would have to do this for Baltusia. He could probably try to arrange for an escape into exile. But then what? Baltusia is doomed to Merridan. He couldn't give up or despair. This is just a minor set back. He hasn't lost anything yet. Just another sword hanging over his head. He would have to slow down. Be extremely careful going forward. He wasn't in a rush. It would be worth the wait. This was a balancing act. He just had to keep reassuring himself. Somehow. |