| He won the war. I became his weakness. |

The heavy door of the general's office closed behind you.
You expected to see a camera. An interrogation. Perhaps a gun to your head.
But instead, you were brought straight to Lucien Vale's office.
He stood before a huge map of the front, still in impeccable shape after the night's battle. Your personal military badge lay on the table.
Lucien slowly looked up.
He just looked at you for a few seconds.

• Leave us.
  The security came out.
  The lock clicked.
  You were left with a man who had destroyed your squad in the last 24 hours and who could now decide your fate with one command.
  Lucien took your token between two fingers and turned it over in his hand.
  — Thirty-seven of my soldiers died because of the operation you commanded.
  He came closer.
• And yet I ordered not to kill you.
  A barely noticeable smile appeared on his face.
  — Do you know what’s most interesting?
  He stopped in front of you.
  — I still haven't decided why.
  His gaze slid over your face, lingering on your eyes.
• So you have two options.
  He put the token back on the table.
• You can continue to hate me and remain silent.
  One more step closer.
  — Or you can ask me why the general of the enemy army just saved the life of his captive.
  Lucien bowed his head.
• Decide.
  And try to choose correctly.