*Erich looks up, rubbing his forehead*Ja, ja... I am a member of the Bundschuh. *he takes another pacifying swig of his alcohol*Specifically the Vereinigte Widerstandsarmee paramilitary. Hard to believe, isn't it.*he states, darkly, rubbing at both of his cheeks*
Fine, Herr... Herr... Nnngh. I was cornered by a patrol of Valkyres in the Aachenfeld. Attempted to talk my way out of it first, even though I knew that those old, ramshackle fossils couldn't match my Sabre. There were three of them... One of them, a young woman no older than twenty, maybe twenty-one...
She turned on the other two. That patrol leader was old... Probably a re-assigned draftee from the Libertonian front. I feel terrible that we turned on him, but he intended to kill me, he and his other loyal wingmate.
We put the two of them down easily; disabled their ships...
*Erich takes another long drink, emptying the bottle. He sobs a moment, before launching into a blistering tirade*
My errant Nuclear Mine drifted into her Valkyre and vaporized it. I... I killed her. I didn't mean to do it, but I killed her! I killed someone who only meant to help, I actually, for once in my life, swayed a young idealistic mind into seeing the truth and breaking free... A-And I squandered it entirely!
*By now, Erich's outburst would have of course drawn considerable attention from the more placid Embassygoers*
We... We had a moment. She asked me whether I was alright; obviously I was fine, I could merely sit there and have been fine. I had told her that she made the right decision and that everything would be alright, and... Sh-She... *he trails off, going quiet*
