“This situation isn’t ideal for either of us, but when it comes to our people, we have a responsibility to guarantee their futures.” Talia and Igneous sit at the coffee table in her room facing each other as the late afternoon sun casts rays into the room. Igneous relaxes coolly with his legs outstretched and his gaze intent on Talia’s face. Once again, he makes her completely uncomfortable, but she presses on. “Igneous, you and I have the same goal. Make this alliance work and try not to kill each other. I’m not expecting you to treat me like the love of your life and, frankly, I couldn't care less if you dropped dead this very second, but that would put a huge dent in the peace talks. Let's make a pact right now. We get along for the sake of appearances and hate each other when no one is
