The blood of our Alliance

“Is the absence of an eye old news or new?” his voice was mild, the wound had seemed old to him, and any danger it might have posed to her was past. “She seemed well enough for a wolf that looks as though they’ve been ground up by war and spat back out again” he got the impression she was a grizzled old wolf, that didn’t get fazed by much. He was looking forward to the chance to test his mettle against her, voluntary or otherwise.

“I see no reason not to go, if you don’t wish to see her again after today, you can move on, and know that at least you went, and spoke to her. If you don’t, she will leave, and there is a chance you will never see her again.” Sirius explained. It was best she knew the consequence to her decision. “If you go, from there you can make a choice of what you wish to do. If you want to offer her a place in the Armada, I extend to you the right to do so.” he loved Io, she was his sister, and his faithful friend. He might have momentarily entertained the idea of chasing off her mother and ensuring the way of things could not be changed - but at the end of the day, he would fight for her, and fight for what she wanted.