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Hanna looked between the number of soldiers that occupied the right side of the platform and the several people that resided on the left; the revolutionaries. In the forefront of the ragtag bunch sat the man that she'd come to adore; Éric le Rou.

It hadn't been planned, nor expected for her to manifest feelings for the outlaw of the government... after all, her mission had been to capture him and bring him into the custody of the very people that he'd opposed. However, somewhere down that line of thinking and the many encounters that they'd shared, she'd fallen for him.

She, as the newly dubbed "lover" of the criminal, had kept quiet and reported back to headquarters that she'd failed to complete the assignment. Headquarters ordered her to continue her pursuit of the Al Bhed man, giving her the perfect opportunity to explore their new relationship.

Rossi knew that it wasn't perfect and they had their fair share of problems, but they cared for each other as much as the next couple... she was also faintly reminded of one of the stories that her mother had told her as a child, of the woman faced with the hardest choice of her life.

In the story, the woman was forced to choose between her country and the man that she'd loved.

... ironic, seeing as that was the exact type of situation that she'd landed herself in.

Éric had planned to infiltrate the heart of Bevelle to visit the Chamber of the Fayth, although the reason behind that remained unknown, and they had been caught by several of the nearby soldiers. If they wanted to attempt breaking into the building later, they'd need to escape and plan further ahead for the next time.

However, seeing as her subordinates had spotted her speaking with the Al Bhed and rather lovingly at that, they knew about the connection between them.

If I return to headquarters, they'll throw me in prison for insubordination and treason, the raven had mentally noted, her grey-colored eyes turning the dark shade of black at the realization.

Prison, or abandon her country?

Frowning, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks as she'd mentally apologized to her only surviving relative, the woman turned towards the left and bolted toward her lover.

Éric le Rou, wanted by the government for spreading "lies" to many of the civilians in Spira, understood her pain and quickly embraced her to help soothe the negative feeling.

"It'll be alright, Rosy," the blonde whispered in her ear, causing the faintest of blushes to cross her face at the touch of his warm breath.

Nodding, the ragtag bunch managed to escape from the scene and return on board the Triple Point. In seconds the airship and left the surface and flew away from the beautiful settlement of Bevelle, making her feel somewhat empty on the inside as her childhood home began to shrink in the background.

Éric embraced her from behind, his arms wrapped lovingly around her slim waist as he'd brought her close, the blush darkening and the tears lessening as she felt his toned chest pressed against her back. "Rooroo."

It was embarrassing to consider the idea that his name wasn't long enough to make something from, and that she'd been forced to use her creativity to make something out of his last name... but, the nickname served its purpose.

Bevelle was no longer noticeable as they put distance between them and the capital of the world and the empty feeling began to disappear, her thoughts beginning to rationalize the last hour of events that just took place.

Her Country... or Her Love? In the end, she'd choose the second choice over and over and over because of the happiness that she felt around him and the love that they shared.