"And most of them are your countrymen, so they're already well aware of your activities." Mitsunari spoke through clenched teeth, but even his more conversational tone seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. "And the rest already know that I won't remain silent when injustices are being committed."

Words were all he could offer to the oppressed, he thought with a stab of guilt. Sawa's army was small and almost entirely dedicated to the defense of the kingdom's capital and small heartland. Mitsunari commanded what was likely the best intelligence service in the Empire, but ever since the mistake he'd made years ago that cost an innocent woman her life, he'd been hesitant to use even that power. He lowered his voice further, until it came out as a harsh whisper.

"If you'd spend more time containing the Rift, as his Majesty the Emperor commands, and less time invading sovereign states, perhaps Amestris wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties against the undead. Mind your own people before you commit genocide against others."