Things were different for the elite. You were expected to do as was exemplified, go on crusade for purity. You were never unassuming in that line of work, always on the alert. But they were devoid of a wish for that. His heritage was something he didn't want, while she was an outcast to the rest. She went to him when the enmity got too much for her to fend off. He was quick to belittle everyone else in her eyes. She managed to unknowningly appease his wish for understanding, comfort, human touch. They found oblivion within each other, fully aware of the reprecussions, not caring all the same. They understood the enormity of the war, the controversy that caused it, and they wanted it to end. But the one man crucial to helping them was gone. As they turned to their former house enemy, they defied the most basic of human nature, competition, and received in exchange what little the savior could give them. The decoy was perfect, and they were free.