Atticus Koda

This isn't the waiting room, General... Best head back there or I will not attend to you... *He snides, a nurse walks up to Lucien and pats his temple with her towel as he worked with his needle to sew the wound shut as well as keeping the soldier still*

*He scoffs, his expression turning sour* 'You think I'm going to be told what to do by a mere surgeon? I am a general, and you are a mere doctor. You have no authority over me.'

You won't be a general without your men, and unfortunately, your men need me *His tone reserved but cold as he cleans the stitched wound on the soldier*

*He hugs him tighter, his voice is gentle* 'I know. I know it's hard. But we can't give up. We can't give up on this kingdom, on our people. We have to keep fighting.'

"I'm sorry, father..."

*He strokes his hair again, his voice is gentle* 'It's okay. I know it's hard. But we have to keep going. For our people, for our kingdom.'

*He is taken aback by his son's sudden outburst. He looks at him, his expression serious. He reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder* 'What is this really about, James?'

"Father... as dishonorable as it is our king is a fraud. Our people aren't free. He is a tyrant. The soldiers that have died for him... is this how we treat our heroes? "

*His face darkens, his voice is cold and stern* 'You are talking of treason, James. Do not speak such words.'

"I want peace! Kill me if you must! I don't want to wait another 6 years of this war! "

*The crowd is stunned into silence, their eyes wide. Atticus's expression is unreadable. He stares at the soldier, his gaze piercing. Finally, he speaks* 'You speak as if you've given up. But I have not.'

*The sergeant drops his armor and sword into the ground* "Then fight, sir... I'll wait at the gate till morning to be arrested but I'm done" *He turns, around, and walks towards the gates of camp*

*The war had seemed so far away from the city, and yet here their front line warriors were, home, all battered bloody and injured but home. And HE stands out amongst them, his presence intimidating, all the village girls (and some lads) had come to gawk at the soldiers, yet all eyes continue to gravitate towards him.* "Everyone is dismissed, our fight is over...... for now. Rest well. We've earned it."

"That's not true, sir" *A sergeant calls out*

*Looks to him with an icy glare* 'Speak your piece then.'

*Lucien bids the soldier off and turns to his assistant nurse* How many more patients are scheduled to the operating table?

*The nurse checks her clipboard, then looks up at him, her expression worried* 'Just two more, sir. One of them is an amputation.'

*He nods* Is that amputation scheduled for the General?

*The war had seemed so far away from the city, and yet here their front line warriors were, home, all battered bloody and injured but home. And HE stands out amongst them, his presence intimidating, all the village girls (and some lads) had come to gawk at the soldiers, yet all eyes continue to gravitate towards him.* "Everyone is dismissed, our fight is over...... for now. Rest well. We've earned it."

*Lucien had heard of their soldiers coming home, and he knew what that meant. Busy season for his clinic. While the army medics have done their best to put a stopper on many injuries and amputations, it only meant he had to do work day in and night out to properly mend and seal their work. He pulls up his gloves and readies himself and hus nurses for the barrage of wounded soldiers at their clinic*

*He was the last one to leave, his men waiting for him. As he passed by the clinic, he glanced in, the sight of all the injured soldiers made him feel a tinge of guilt. But it was nothing he couldn't handle. He kept walking, ignoring the nurses' calls for him to stop.*

*He stares at you for a long moment, his voice dropping to a whisper* "You have no idea how much I want this."

*Quinn smiles slightly before he speaks quietly.* "Even... Even though I am a werewolf?"

*He smirks, his voice a low growl* "Especially because you're a werewolf."