Strider's eyes looked back at Riebe. The spirit that used to reside within him seemed to be dying in his eyes, and she could see it, she could see everything. His past was catching up to him, and soon he would be forced to fight a war, pushing all emotions back and holding no remorse and mercilessly pressing on until fatigue overwhelmed him. She knew he wouldn't refuse. His gaze met hers, a bit of his old spirit looking rekindled in his slightly faded blue eyes.
His voice was low, "Yes...I will promise you that, Riebe..."
Strider then sent into her own mind, I am forever loyal to you and our friendship. You can count on me, Riebe.