Delita knew that what Refia said was true. He had heard it enough from Ramza, but Ramza was a Beoulve.

He looked down towards the ground, "'Tis easier said than done. I have been taught ever since becoming a Squire that I should protect that people of the Kingdom." It is easy to see the pain that lingers despite the proximity of the white mage. "How can I live so long as they are able to repeat their crimes."

He looks away, not pleased that another afternoon has been tainted by spilled blood.