A month had passed since Amael had casually suggested that the most efficient solution to an ongoing Holy War was for both its most powerful fighters and also rulers to simply cease to exist.
In that time, Lisandra and Alphonse's visits had become noticeably less frequent. Once or twice a week at most, rather than the near-daily appearances he'd grown so accidentally accustomed to. The campfire felt different on the nights they didn't show up, not unbearable, not even particularly notable, just... quieter in a way that was slightly more noticeable than it should have been.
