Gaiyle looked at him, giving a little sigh. Perhaps what  he said was true. She had been  sheltered. For all her  life, she had been taught that  she could make this world a better place that she could stop the war. For so long, she had believed  that it had to do with defeating him. But now  that  she met him, she was wondering if that  was  the answer. But, why did she feel this way? Was it because  she was infused  with good  feelings, that  she  could make peace  no matter  who it was? Some people, just wanted to fight. She  could see  the fire in his eyes. He had been  trained  to be a killer. She  had been  trained to keep the peace. She  also knew how to fight, but when it came down  to it  she  rather  talk than  raise  a  sword. But it seemed  that  many people wouldn't listen. The only thing that  they would listen  to was a sword. But, even if the  sword  made them  want to listen, she  would be  the  one that  said the words. The  sword  couldn't speak.<br/>"It  seems I have  much to learn. Picking up a  sword is not what I want but it seems it is needed in this war. You can help me  learn  more of the  sword. I can help you to find the words needed to stop this war  when they  listen because of the  sword. There is no need for us to kill each other. I think the reason we  exist  is  to help each other, not  kill each other. But if you are  stubborn, if you will not let me  help I guess we have  no choice but to make our  meeting end  in bloodshed."<br/>She gathered up the power within herself, ready for a fight if that is what he chose. Hopefully it wouldn't come down to that.