And he invaded my land, or at least she did. My people die for a war they started, and now the tramp through my land. My Church, my namesake is in ruins, my people hungry and tired and.

I have every right to attack him back. My anger is justified.

[Slowly she exhales. If he could only see her it’d be clear just how serious she is. Germany has made too many mistakes in her books, she’s tired of just ignore it to keep the peace.]

War will always exist for that. It’s a lesson that bastard seems to have learnt well.

It is my decision.