After a brief pause, he said simply:
"Then we withdraw and try to salvage the aftermath."
With that, he terminated the call. The gaunt face of the government Saint disappeared, leaving Sunny and Jet alone.
Soul Reaper looked at him and smiled.
'How can she even smile in this situation?'
"Oh, my. I know that look. You're thinking about doing something crazy, aren't you?"
Sunny glanced at her darkly and shrugged.
"I don't even know what is crazy anymore."
Jet chuckled.
"That is not a good sign at all."
He studied her face somberly, then said quietly:
"If Wake of Ruin fails in his negotiation, Valor and Song will really clash. At that point, the best move would be to support one side against the other, in order to preserve as many fighters as possible. Are you ready to make that decision?"
Soul Reaper's smile grew bleak.
"The government can't break its neutrality. Even if it's beneficial at the moment, the consequences would be catastrophic in the long run."
Sunny simply stared at her.
"I am not asking about the government. I am asking about you."
There were times when people could not escape making tough choices. Sunny had long made his, and Jet would have to follow suit, whether she wanted to or not.
Of course, doing nothing was also a choice. However...
She had always positioned herself as a cog in the government machine, but maybe it was time for Soul Reaper to think for herself.
Sunny hoped that she would, at least.
Jet lingered for a while before answering.
Eventually, she said:
"Let's see how it goes."
Then, her face disappeared. The screen of the communicator switched off, leaving Sunny in the darkness.
He sighed and dismissed the Bone Singer, then left his temporary shelter.
'An all-out battle... or a duel of two champions... I wonder which one will end up happening?'
He hoped for the best, but had to prepare for the worst.