Shades Of United Liberty and Servitude Under One Nation [Open Mission]

"You're simply fighting because of an obligation to a defunct nation, not for their independence but to simply secure your people position."

The relaxed smile crossed the face of Desmond as he spoke with utter candor, as far as he was concerned his style of leadership revolved around just being honest. It was why when he spoke that fact that he did not hold any sort of malice to the tone, rather that he was just pointing out the bleak truth to the man. He was sure that anything he said would sway the people of Lebanon but at the moment they where not the most important thing on the agenda. Hayden stood as an undefeated beacon of hope to the people of Vastime, he was not only their leader but their symbol of peace- sometimes that peace had to be shaken in order for the world to understand the lengths of it's depravity.

The male watched with small fascination as he began to tear into the letter, the utter look of surprise on his face truly worth the bravado and balls it took to speak to this demon king. Was Hayden's courage borderline foolish? Of course. But if he was to act like this man was a nuclear bomb about to explode, he would not only instill fear into the disciplined soul of Vastime but he would also grant Ravan a small victory which he could not allow in this crucial moment. His hand would lift up in a methodical motion, the calloused fingers of Hayden closing in a fist in front of his face. His hardened mocha eyes gazing at the bare face of Ravan with untamed passion- the type of passion which bled into the world morphing all around.

"Sure let's call it that. You're invited to show up. Let you get a true glimpse of Vastime, after all how can you truly claim to loath us if you don't know a damn thing?" The male countered softly, it wasn't a pleasant softness nor even insulting but more of a challenge. Almost as if they very ideals of that which he upheld far exceeded an understanding that these two men could comprehend. "Within this hand holds the power to end a life, I can rest easy knowing that I kill with a purpose. Within your hand lies the power to end a life too. Before and if these two forces come to clash I'd at least like to say that I got to have a conversation with a demon king." Thus like that the invitation purpose was known for the world to see.

Ravan was a methodical, cruel, vicious man who could kill and murder without a cause. That feverish passion was almost respectful to Hayden but never the less that type of mentality held no place in the world Hayden was working towards. But since that ideal world is not near completion and everyday the powder keg which is the world was shaking- there was no point in having some false hatred. Instead, he would make the effort to try to see if he could pry into the head of Ravan for some of the hard earned wisdom be it twisted as it may. The one advantage Hayden held over most of this new generation was his ability to find knowledge and guidance from unlikely sources, as dangerious as that could be.

Hayden's hand would relax as his vibrant brown eyes would gaze into the glowing red eyes of Ravan, the time for words long passed. Instead, he would instead convey what he just felt in his stare alone. Ravan held the option to go berserk any second but Hayden was willing to be as bold to assume that he would not, so long as this interaction remained interesting. This was not a form of manipulation more so the simple process of understandings one opposition. It was why the two practically gushed their own unique energy auras, Hayden's calming reinforcing aura constantly clashing against the murderous insane force which was Ravan.

"Pragmatically speaking, Lebanon is a small nation with little to no true strategic value. However, that does not mean these people do not have the potential to exceed that- it is why, people of Lebanon, we only offer a simple choice. Join with Vastime to brave a new frontier- to push the boundaries of what you are capable of. Or. You can choose to be complacent as the world morph and changes around you, to allow someone else to take away that willful ignorance." The male would finally proclaim around him breaking eye contact with the male, the tugging of the corner of his lips imitting a smirk before relaxing entirely.

"Because no matter how this encounter ends today, I'm not shepherding sheep- we're all part soldiers and explorers. So go forth and do what you wish! I'll still proudly meet any opposition head on, meet or speak with them! I believe in my ideals but find your own!" The man would lift his arms outward as he proclaimed this stalwart truth, the few vastimians that where nearby letting out their own cheer as the infectious charisma of their leader began to overtake them. He had spoke to Ravan, he had came to do what he needed to do- now this entirely was on what Ravan and the citizens of Lebanon wanted.

Even if they did not acquire Lebanon today the true mission of Vastime was accomplished, to plant to seeds of growth. The fiery passion which was instilled in the people of Vastime was infectious in how it could transfer, the idea of hope was all that was needed sometimes to spark massive change. Ravan would bare witness to that as the rising tide of murmurs and quickened hush began to overtake the area- the small detail of Vastimians heads held high and shoulders squared. This was the true spirit of Vastime. And to the man which led this, their was no equal beauty.

"Ravan, do what you have to. I can understand that much, that we stand on two different fields here. But. Can you say the machinations of Vastime don't play a little interest to you? How this pebble of an idea gained so much in so little time? Well if you feel any sort of interest, I say you come to the Gala. You may be surprised yet."