"Carmen… soon I'll have to fight another battle, and this time the enemy will be the Church. I'll be far away, so I need you to stay with Ada and protect her. Stop her if she tries to do anything stupid. Break her legs if you have to, but don't let her leave your current hideout," Frey said, his face devoid of expression, while Carmen sighed in unease.
"Frey… what Ada needs right now is you, not me. Too many have died already, and if she loses you too, I don't think she'll recover from it. Your return is probably all she wants right now."
"You know I can't do that, Carmen. My presence has become necessary in this war," Frey replied with a bitter smile. Overnight, he had gone from a worthless weakling to the main combatant for the Empire's side as a whole.
"I know… I really do," Carmen said, a certain memory surfacing in her mind.
"You've become like him… like your father."
