[i]Olivia silently stared at Bjorn, before a deep, shaky sigh escaped the depths of her helmet. Her body began to straighten out as her left hand released the shaft of her spear, balancing the very end of the weapon upon the ground as she shook her head in an almost disappointed manner.[/i] "...There's truly nothing that will convince you, then. Fine. Fine...I won't stop you. I won't attempt to cease your endless rage, at least until you start to harm those that are innocent. If you truly wish to defeat - no, slay Balthazar for what he has done...then it is his fight. Not mine, no matter what I believe. All I can do now is wish you luck upon your travels. I doubt that you would require my assistance, but..." [i]Olivia went silent. She didn't know what to say afterwards.[/i] "...You know who to call upon." [i]The young woman turned around and stared down at the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, her body loosening, yet still tense as if she expected something from the warrior that she had spared.[/i]