Chalice sighed as she knelt down in the field of blue flowers. They were a new type of flower the resistance was making to transfer messages to one another without detection, they called them "Echo Flowers." Chalice saw over the production herself, as she was one of the few members of the resistance with a basement and the flowers can only grow healthy if Underground. Not to mention, the blue glow helped soothe her troubled spirit after a harsh battle. Besides, she declared it a safe zone. Where no fighting can take place and death can not claim a single person. It seemed ridiculous, but it was necessary, and the swish of wind behind her despite the lack of windows and a closed door was the reason why.

"Ah! Mistress of light, of light, you've called me from my freedom again, again!" The former jester laughed, floating behind the warrior with the same, psychotic smile on his face. The two had once been friends, it seemed like an eternity ago when the two would be on the training grounds, Chalice practicing to be accepted into the royal army despite being a woman, and Jevil on the sidelines offering her support and rest.

Chalice didn't turn to face him or say a word, which left the jester confused. Usually Chalice would start the conversation once he appeared, and the two would pretend that nothing was wrong, that they were simply friends on different sides when they knew that wasn't true at all. He landed carefully on the ground, his tail swishing behind him as he eyed the commander curiously.

She patted the empty space next to her, a silent offer to sit. Jevil was hesitant, but decided he would be alright if she tried something. He accepted her offer, sitting down next to her among the vast array of blue.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Chalice finally broke her silence with a soft whisper, gently holding one of the flowers in her hands. It was times like this she was allowed to show her sensitive side, when she didn't have thousands of eyes turned towards her for guidance at any given moment.

"Certainly they are, they are! If only they were not parrots for rebels of the game, game!" Jevil laughed, his tail swishing playfully behind him. Chalice fell silent once again, standing up and turning away from the jester.

"Leader of rebels, what troubles you? Certainly you are enjoying yourself—"

"The war is at its end Jevil." Chalice interrupted him before he could finish his sentence, her tone once again guarded.

"Oh? The game is that close to an end?"

"This isn't a game Jevil. Countless dead and hundreds wounded and lost aren't some sort of sick jokes for a game!" Chalice's voice broke as she started to yell. She had hoped throughout these meetings that she could break through his barrier of insanity, but nothing seemed to work. He was convinced this world was a game, and all the people within it pieces for him to play with.

Jevil rose to his feet and folded his arms across his chest, his insane smile returning quickly. "Oh yes it is, it is! A simple numbers game it is in the end! Losers are bountiful on both sides, but we have yet to lose! We have won together over and over!"

"Jevil, ENOUGH!" Her sharp tone was enough to cut him off his tangent, shocking him into silence. Chalice never rose her voice, even in battle. She spun around to face him and he saw tears falling down her cheeks, a direct parallel to the look of pure rage on her face.

"I'm giving you a choice Jevil." Her voice was dangerously low, intimidating to those who did not know her true nature. She took a couple steps towards the jester, getting close enough to where their bodies were almost touching.

"You either flee during the last battle and keep yourself hidden until you can return peacefully, or you stay and we either imprison or kill you." Despite her serious tone, Jevil started laughing like it was the best joke he had heard in an eternity.

"This body cannot be killed! I cannot be imprisoned when I'm the only one in freedom, freedom!" Jevil's insanity in his voice grew with each word, and what little hope Chalice had left was shattered. She had always persevered in any matter presented to her, but this time she couldn't. He wouldn't listen, too far lost in madness to come back.

She huffed and made her way to the stairs, leaving the jester.

"Have it your way. But let it be known, if I see you on the battlefield, I will kill you myself."