"Thank you, Madame Premier." said Charles, as he recollected the documents taking the second sheet underneath. Handing the copies back to the premier, he closed the briefcase and took it by the handle. "We shall be in touch in the future, and hopefully our citizens will forgive the Union as we hope you shall come to forgive us. I hope we do not meet again, Madame premier."

With that, he smiled, and left, his cryptic last words worming their way through Lyora's mind. Insult, or prophecy, there was a certain grimness and finality to his statement that only a well-trained killer could carry.


Fintrooper

I mean, who would have thought it, other than your twisted mind xD
Basil

Sounds like a brash move, like poking a rabid mastiff with your dick.