He knew how Mello was feeling, he knew it too well. Every time a new men joined his army, every time a new young man faced death for his nation for the first time he knew it. He chuckled at his words. "I never had doubts."

He been worried about Mello, about the danger of the battle, but mostly about that aching fear of losing it that was always there, buried inside. But now it was gone, they won, they were alive, and they were together. He grinned at the boy and looked at him like a starving wolf.