Alex perked up as Piero explained the plan, nodding along. It was exactly the kind of subterfuge she had engaged in with Silver Strings. She looked over the commander, waiting for her confirmation of the plan.<br/><br/>Lydalia listened carefully to Piero’s suggestion, chewing her lip. Holding down her disgust as he began describing what sounded like a desecration of the enemy troop’s bodies. He assured her that it was merely an act, that they weren’t actually going to go through with any such thing, but it still made her uncomfortable. She was a religious woman, after all, and drew significant strength and courage form her devotion. Even just pretending to engage in such heresy  was distressing. Playing party to it, watching it happen, knowing that it was happening. It was almost too much.<br/><br/>She wrung her hands, listening the rest of her unit acknowledge Piero’s plan, and give their approval. It was a good plan, despite the necromancy. No, because of the necromancy. Because such an abomination would demand a response.<br/><br/>Oh, St. Ajora, what has this war made of us? It felt like such a slippery slope. Today it was pretending to commit sacrilege, to gain an upper hand on their foes. What if they actually needed necromancy, to save themselves from their foes in the future? If God turned against Ivalice, more and more people might turn to the dark arts, forever cursing and dooming their the nation.<br/><br/>Lydalia sighed. Perhaps she was indeed being a touch melodramatic. No one else in their little group seemed bothered by the plan, not so long as it was pretend, at least. A different plan might put her people in danger, and they were running out of time as it were. Her beliefs were important to her, but were they risking other’s lives over?  With a conflicted sigh, she nodded to Piero.<br/><br/>“Aye it is a good plan. Let’s get to work, we don’t have much time as it is.”