"Olivia," spoke Cedric, " and she's all right, still recovering." He then sighed. "As Elijah knows, she went on her own to try to make peace with the Underground Movement, but, all she recieved was not just a punctured lung for her troubles, but also the very war she wanted to prevent." Then, a note of steel entered his voice, a rare sight in these past two years. 

"And before you ask, Elijah, I didn't do any better by pushing up the date of the war; instead of Next Monday like originally planned, I had to attack now; although to be fair, the flying False Angels and Fake Ophanim showing their pretty faces in public left me no choice." He then brushed himself off, although there was no dirt. "You're right, though, enough angsting and brooding over spilled milk." 

[@AcerRo], [@Subject Zero].