Flora regarded Buoconore for a few silent seconds.
- I'll rely on your imagination, elder. Think of a purely theoretical situation, where the relations between the Brotherhood and the Custodi crumbled to the point of direct warfare. The state of affairs lasts for some years, we like you, don't like them, whatever. The Core eventually decides to capitalize on this mess and moves in. They march through Kappa, move towards Crete and boom, you have a fleet right at your doorstep. Logically, I'd expect you and the Custodi to band together despite whatever bad blood you might've had in the past, right? Well, here's the fun part. We still don't like them, so we decide to happily throw our lot in with the Core, and stand with them at the gates of your home. And while we're busy gunning Custodians down alongside your sworn enemy, we tell you to piss off. Just like that. Piss off because it's none of your business, that's what we say. And when you obviously don't, we pull the trigger on you as well. - she sighed quietly, pausing for a second. - If this actually happened, you'd be out for our blood, Buonocore. Not attending some stupid summits on Torshavn. Yes, it's true. We fight side by side with the Armed Forces. - she said with a nod. - We have an agreement and we are working together to remove the gallic threat, including anyone overtly supporting it. Regardless of who they are. - silence followed her final words, the woman then just looking at Buonocore with an irritated gaze.
