ETAN
Etan and Borsche stared at each other, Etan struggling to keep himself under control. "I realize that."
"I don't think you do. I don't think you realize just what a knife-edge you walk from this moment on, Etan. Assassinations are the smallest concern! Between you… the people could burn the continent to the ground for this!"
"Then we better be praying that they don't. I don't plan to declare war, Borsche. I plan to call for peace. With our two nations unified—"
Borsche abandoned the whispering and bellowed at him, "Do you really believe you can simply declare your love to the population and they will bow and say, 'Yes Sire?!' Are you really that naïve, Etan?"
"No," Etan said through his teeth. "But I am hopeful that with care and planning we can avoid war. And over time our people will come to know and appreciate each other."
