Xena was basking under the bright moonlight, with the snow hitting her face. Everything looked peaceful except the expression and her gaze. They were filled with anger and hatred, something that she never thought she had within her.
"Lady Xena," Thalior said as he stood behind Xena, far enough to give her some personal space. "May I have a few words with you?" He asked calmly.
"I don't need some convincing, Your Grace. I'm not blinded enough to believe that there's another way. I hate that he's the only one who can do it," Xena said as she stared at the sky, her eyes became empty as she remembered the faces of her knights that died during the battle.
Thalior was relieved and yet saddened by the fact that Xena realized that. Xena could easily accept Rasmus's words without considering it further, but Thalior also knew that it would be foolish in this kind of situation.
