The Prince was a tad panicked. He wanted to get a message sent up to the wall. Under no circumstances let Riku go outside. He didn't have the time or the means. Sora knew he had to focus, couldn't be distracted by thinking about Riku constantly. They would meet in their room when this was over, both alive.
Sora had one of his men check and make sure that all his armor was tight. He waited for General Weller to return to his side before getting in line, the twins on his right, the other two on his left. The Prince was placed in the second to last line, inconspicuous. Wilbur, Philip, and Frank were all there. "You and I are marked from the wall, Your Majesty. If both of us go down General Rotharr will order a retreat."
The Prince nodded. Then his Aunt would be in charge for what to do with the survivors. Sora looked across the columns of men, lining up to rush out the front gate. They were promptly joined by the Trabian foot soldiers.
In that moment, the Prince thought of his Father. He thought of the boy he used to be, so sad and bored, so unhappy and cold inside. He never would have thought that half a year later, he would be leading his people onto the battlefield. Later it would come to him as a surprise to remember that at that moment, he didn't look up at the wall. He was focused.
"Your Majesty," Conrad said quietly, as the men stood about quiet. "Would you say a word?" The clink of armor and chainmail, the shuffling of feet, suggested the men were apprehensive and scared.
The Prince wasn't sure what to say. So he just said what was on his mind. He nodded for someone to get everyone's attention and spoke loud enough for most the soldiers to hear.
"For twenty years we have been defending," he called. "It is time to stop running. Balamb is OUR country. We will protect our land, our families, our people. We will not suffer Galbadia even one more sunrise!" Sora drew his sword and raised it up over his head.
He couldn't believe the number of swords in the air that followed. It was time to go.