"Don't worry about me, brother," He said with a smile and a nod. He understood what it must be like for Wakia. He himself had no pact except for with himself, and that. Well that did not include anywhere that he had to harm any he felt did not deserve it. "Use your energy, instead, to take care of yourself, and Jua, and Ripuka."
He wondered then if the war would ever truly end. And if it did, what would come of it? That was a question he could not even begin to answer, and one that perhaps he didn't want the answer of. If the future meant that the Firekin would be destroyed and his family gone, he had no wish to know of it beforehand. And if it meant the opposite, he didn't need to know that in advance either.
"Perhaps someday when this war is over, we'll see each other again without having to worry whose side we are on," He added. "So we go, Wakia, before they see you here with me and start to wonder why that is."
He took a step back, smiling as he had not before. "I was never here."
Then he turned with one last look back at his brother, that melancholy grin on his face, and he crested the sand dune, pausing a moment at the peak to gaze over at the sun that flamed brightly in the sky, before beginning on his way down the other side.