You aren’t asking. You’re looking for something to tear apart.
[ If that assumption is correct, it’s only because Kostos does the same thing. Regardless, he doesn’t plan to answer. He wouldn’t fully know how to explain it, anyway.
He’s still breathing on a silent timer. ]
Someone has to do the paperwork. Someone has to consider what can be sold to the people making decisions, and whose lives will be ruined in trade— [ who will be woken up at three in the morning by Templars, and shackled like a Southerner for the first time, and dragged away from the first place where they’d begun to at least consider being happy since they were nine years old, and tossed in with castoffs and criminals and crueler watchmen, all because somebody they barely even knew anymore wanted to change the world—not that this is personal or anything ] —and what people will eat when the fires go out, and—and how the story will sound to the rest of the world when its help is needed afterwards.
I realize that is less exciting to shout about in the streets.
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[ If that assumption is correct, it’s only because Kostos does the same thing. Regardless, he doesn’t plan to answer. He wouldn’t fully know how to explain it, anyway.
He’s still breathing on a silent timer. ]
Someone has to do the paperwork. Someone has to consider what can be sold to the people making decisions, and whose lives will be ruined in trade— [ who will be woken up at three in the morning by Templars, and shackled like a Southerner for the first time, and dragged away from the first place where they’d begun to at least consider being happy since they were nine years old, and tossed in with castoffs and criminals and crueler watchmen, all because somebody they barely even knew anymore wanted to change the world—not that this is personal or anything ] —and what people will eat when the fires go out, and—and how the story will sound to the rest of the world when its help is needed afterwards.
I realize that is less exciting to shout about in the streets.