"They all are," she whispers as if afraid she'll be heard. "They're all crazy and power hungry and they are using us as pawns. I'm not dying for their war, and neither are you," she says, her voice all but a hiss as she says that to the one person that matters most to her.

"Italy it is then," she says with a grin, cheeks flushed. "I love Rome. You're going to love it," she says, squeezing her hands again. "We're going to do this. We aren't letting them get us killed."