pour mons pais...
I think the title means 'For My Country' in French. Nuff said.
Timeline-wise, this takes place anytime after the Hero--Syujinkou, in this particular fanfic rendition--and Nanami run into Jowy at Greenhill.
Power.
The very word resonates such a foreboding aura. It holds such promise, such hope...
Such tragedy.
With power there is always a price that must be paid.
For many, it is the sacrifice of their lives.
For me, it was the sacrifice of my soul.
In order to save the land I loved most, I abandoned the two people who had ever loved me, or cherished me for what I was. In order to save the land I loved most, I took up arms against them and the people who had placed their faith in them.
I have killed and I have suffered for the Highland.
No amount of water can wash away the blood that coats my hands, for it is the blood of millions.
The blood of people who have every right to damn me to hell for all eternity.
Perhaps it's destiny that I'd face him on the battlefield... for the longest time, I have remembered being jealous of him, close friends as we were.
He knew what love was.
I was never allowed to learn.
His followers are undyingly faithful.
My followers are just waiting for me to trip and fall.
Still, I fight.
For my country.
I have no time for love.
***
"Lord Jowy."
Through the reflection in the glass wall before him, Jowy could see Seed and Culgan behind him on one knee with their fists over their hearts.
Jowy focused his attentions back upon the sight before him; the darkened and stormy skies, the distant cities. "Rise, and state your business."
Through the corner of his eye, he watched both comply with his cool orders. "Our forces are ready at any time, my liege," said Culgan. "We await your signal."
Jowy nodded. "Very well... proceed. Do not fail me."
"Yes, my lord!" both said in unison, bowing low as they left the room.
"...." Jowy turned back towards the window.
The next time we meet will be on the battlefield, Jinkou. This I swear.