The Knights vs Dragons series has always done a good job of exploring the consequences of war, and of the protagonists' actions - to take the best example, think of the oppressive occupation of Gallea in Emblem Eternal, which is an indirect, unintended consequence of the events of Destiny Akardos. In general, I felt that Legends Awakening was a little lacking on that front - Gudora's legitimate grievances against Delyra were a nice touch, but there's nothing comparable after the death of Garea. Sargon may be out to stop Garuga, but he's still pretty much a bad'un. I thought there were plenty of missed opportunities for a nice bit of moral ambiguity, and this fic deals with what I felt to be the most flagrant of these.
In addition, Rubio's state of mind at what must be one of their lowest points in the story is something that interests me a lot. Sometimes in canon, Marco can seem a bit flat, a little bit all things to all people. I like to see them as being by necessity quite calculating; capable of great warmth, but ultimately someone who deals in abstractions and probabilities as far as possible, as much out of self-defence as anything.
[An extract from the memoirs of the dracoknight/tactician Marco Rubio.]
In the course of both the Gudorian and Fonaxi campaigns, I created and enacted many successful strategies. As with any tactician, my measure of "success" is simply that they ensured victory for my side in exchange for the smallest possible cost. All of these strategies, as with any wartime measure, required some measure of sacrifice and, while I always tried to keep loss of life to a minimum, naturally the lives of the enemy soldiers did not feature in my calculations.
In general, scholars and bards have seemed to understand this; the former have approved my strategies, while the latter have sung my praises, quite literally. There is one incident, however, of which even some of my strongest supporters seem unable to entirely approve. Many accounts of the Fonaxi war regard the only naval skirmish of the war with horror and vitriol, while those which are determined to see me as some kind of saint prefer to bury it under faux-objectivity and excuses.
Unlike these latter poor excuses for scholars, I will not attempt to justify my actions, nor to pretend that I have not occasionally harboured grave doubts about them. I have, however, never regretted them. I did what was necessary, and what I still believe was the best course of action. I did a monstrous thing in pursuit of a greater good. If I am damned in the process, so be it. Posterity may judge me as it wishes.
Nuff said, I suppose Sargon is at it again with his nonsense conquering plans on the Shepherds!