Titor's eyes narrowed in thought a bit. He thought back of his whole time there, all of it. The more he thought, the more his own suspicions arose, the more things began to click into place. There were some strangely strong ties between the Red Wings and Garlemald. Sure they had been under the attack by the Empire multiple times, and Titor had witnessed such shootings and assassination attempts, not to mention the time when loyalists to the Empire had broken into their own base.Â
He was wondering if this was just a clever plot by Erik, whose own involvement in the Empire's progress might be as a double agent in the Flames. Maybe the time that the Garleans had broken into their base was a clever plot to exchange information, a way to make them look like the bad guys to the rest of the unit, allowing Erik to deceive those who followed him.Â
The workings around the Red Wings were relaxed. Too relaxed. Way too relaxed for comfort. The more he thought, the more his face furrowed. He had been taught to not talk in the face of the enemy? What about when he may have turned out to be the enemy. He took short slow breaths as his mind worked overtime to try to calculate the right outcome. Were the Red Wings right? Were they wrong? Who was to be trusted?Â
He wanted to do what was best for Ul'dah. But what if neither of them were in the wrong? What if both of them were? He had not enough information to make a proper choice in the matter, and just kind of stared up at Alec.Â
Remember your training, Titor.
...there was no training for this.
His training had been against clear enemies of the state. Garleans, beastmen, in the event he would be captured and be facing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, someone he should never talk to anything about. If he spoke here, he could possibly betray the Red Wings, who may be the enemy. If he remained silent, he could possibly betray Ul'dah, and Her People, and everything he fought for.
Titor's mouth was slightly agape as his mind ran infinite permutations of calculations using the data he had. Every one yielded a different result.
"....I do not know." He squeaked, more as a response to his mind's own questions, and to a lesser extent a response to Alec.
He was wondering if this was just a clever plot by Erik, whose own involvement in the Empire's progress might be as a double agent in the Flames. Maybe the time that the Garleans had broken into their base was a clever plot to exchange information, a way to make them look like the bad guys to the rest of the unit, allowing Erik to deceive those who followed him.Â
The workings around the Red Wings were relaxed. Too relaxed. Way too relaxed for comfort. The more he thought, the more his face furrowed. He had been taught to not talk in the face of the enemy? What about when he may have turned out to be the enemy. He took short slow breaths as his mind worked overtime to try to calculate the right outcome. Were the Red Wings right? Were they wrong? Who was to be trusted?Â
He wanted to do what was best for Ul'dah. But what if neither of them were in the wrong? What if both of them were? He had not enough information to make a proper choice in the matter, and just kind of stared up at Alec.Â
Remember your training, Titor.
...there was no training for this.
His training had been against clear enemies of the state. Garleans, beastmen, in the event he would be captured and be facing, beyond a shadow of a doubt, someone he should never talk to anything about. If he spoke here, he could possibly betray the Red Wings, who may be the enemy. If he remained silent, he could possibly betray Ul'dah, and Her People, and everything he fought for.
Titor's mouth was slightly agape as his mind ran infinite permutations of calculations using the data he had. Every one yielded a different result.
"....I do not know." He squeaked, more as a response to his mind's own questions, and to a lesser extent a response to Alec.
