– Some time before the fall of Urthum –
In the darkness a man sat alone, he was at war in his mind but not with himself as he fought the terrors that now plagued the walls, cutting through one after the other and covered in blood of both his foes and his own, but now his eyes opened.
The door of a room opened and two men walked into the darkness with a lamp as illumination, one held books in hand and the other a gun, with both having grey hair and wrinkled faces from age.
They sat in front of the desk opposite the eyes that had not stopped watching them from the moment they made their way into the room till the moment they took to their seats.
The eyes were that of Heimer, he had an unchanging expression as they sat there.
[Cough] One of the men coughed as a segway to begin speaking "You look like you're doing well" he placed a book on the desk as he said this.
"Finally, It's been days since I requested for an audience." Heimer asked with a smile on his face. "Are you here to get an answer?
Or perhaps to torture me with that gun."
"Dismissal of torture as an option for you is becoming increasingly irrational the more the days go by.
At the very least it seems to be working on your subordinates." The man with a gun said with a grin on his face.
Heimer laughed; "Bluffs don't work on me general Malcom…" he said as his confident expression slowly went north, he used his gift and the result or Malcolm's statement was positive;
He had told no lie.
"You…what have you done!" Heimer banged his hands bound by cuffs on the desk.
Malcolm laughed at Heimer's response "I'm shocked you're this caring about prisoners.
If only you were so thoughtful when you sent hundreds into the battle that day."
Heimer was rattled. "We had no other choice, we didn't intend for them to die."
Malcolm put a cigar to his mouth and lit it up with his facial expression leaning to seriousness, he took a puff off the cigar.
"There is no 'we' here Heimer, only you can be picked out from those whom executed it.
Because as far as I know you were the one who brought the idea to conception.
Of course this would all be speculation if intel didn't confirm it.
Aren't you the one always rambling on about responsibility or whatnot,-" He said in a way that poked all of Heimer's buttons.
"I'd take criticism from anyone but you old fools-" Heimer interrupted the ramblings of the man.
"You used those prisoners as nothing more than fodder Heimer, have some decency to admit it!
You don't care about the people as much as you claim, do you?!..." Malcom said.
"You have no idea what you're talking about! It was for the greater good, you think I derive pleasure from-" [Thud] Heimer paused.
A book was placed on the desk by the one who had no involvement in the conversation, he flipped the pages.
"The 4th of April 340.
From the top of the wall In the noon, nearing evening, it was a bloodbath...unreal.
The survivors are almost at the gate now but a new battle just started.
The supreme is engaging in a battle with a fierce beast, it's a heated battle but he smiles ever so often." The man stopped reading the contents of the book, his calm voice had shifted the mood.
Heimer froze with nothing to say, the silence lingered for a while until it became unwelcome.
"You know why we're here today, silence won't do you or your men any good.
How long have you known about everything that's going on, how much do you know." Malcolm asked.
"..." Heimer stayed quiet and then he calmed down. "You already know the answer to that question, if there were others watching me from that wall that day, then they saw when I awakened." he sighed.
"It's no wonder rumours began spreading about me obtaining 'superpowers'" Heimer thought.
"And how do we know you weren't aware of this before the events begun.
As of now you're the prime suspect for the monsters that now plague this world." Malcolm said.
Heimer scoffed, with a smirk that lingered, this odd act alone left a subtle hint of surprise on the face of Malcolm and the one seated beside him.
Malcolm leaned in. "And why that reaction?
Is it really that amusin-"
" 'Persecuted by people who know more than I do'
I'll assume you know what those words mean more than I do General Gerald." Heimer said.
Gerald looked shaken, he indeed knew what it meant. "That is just some rubbish he wrote on paper." He replied in a defensive manner.
"3rd April 340, 'I trust you are all are doing well…'" Heimer repeated the first lines of the letter Kennedy had wrote.
[Slam!] Gerald banged his hand on the desk and stood. "What are you insinuating you over privileged commander!"
His reaction alone did the talking, Heimer's eyes remained steady under accusation but Gerald's were shaking under presumption.
"The army checks the content of every letter sent to any armed force, there is no way you don't know more than I do.
Even more so for Kennedy who was already a high priority target long before he became what the people call a prophet
You people know more than I do, How am I more of a suspect than any of you?" Heimer asked.
Gerald looked even more rattled as Malcolm waved his hand to calm him, then signalled him to do something with his eyes.
"We're not here to debate with you Heimer, the point stands." He stubbed the cigar. "Kennedy is dead is he not?"
[Thud] A book was opened on the desk with an illustration of two people, one was Luka and the other was the boy taken away from the carriage in the camp that day.
"Luka of the Merl family and Collin of the Hale family, both missing, both recruited by you amongst the others.
So…Heimer, what do we have to say." Malcolm asked.