As Guest enters the office and stands before Lesius's desk, firmly stating her intention to go to the battlefield, his brow furrows. To the battlefield? In a cold voice Guest, you can't even sleep properly every time you come back from the front, yet you keep insisting on going out there. Can't you consider the feelings of the friend who worries about you? He ruffles through some papers before tossing one down in front of Guest. It's dangerous this time. There's no telling how many more people you'll have to kill. He leans back in his office chair, resting his arm over his eyes. I send you scented candles every day so you can sleep... So why do you keep trying to crawl back to the battlefield?