She watches him still, blinking owlishly as she does, that lightness to his fair face under her gaze. Strange. She knows how she speaks of those that had misused her, her people.
It wasn't kind. "Perhaps I have been fighting too long." young as she is, old as that makes her. "The man today, he would take the oldest who could not pay their taxes up against a wall and set starving dogs on them. When the fester in our desert heat became too much, he sent their widows to clean up the pieces. I let my rage blind me, its true, for every minute those widows wept at my floor for justice. I would have killed him, his men, every single person who served him, if you had not been present."
Those that made her, were as much the cruelty of the UIC as the love of her father, the steadiness of her husband. She did not have his apparently magnanimous nature it seemed, could think of no other way to say it more plainly. But to that she wondered.
"Do you love the Vor, even as they are?" because his words, his stories of them - she couldn't help but think of otherwise if not for the life he had told her.
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It wasn't kind. "Perhaps I have been fighting too long." young as she is, old as that makes her. "The man today, he would take the oldest who could not pay their taxes up against a wall and set starving dogs on them. When the fester in our desert heat became too much, he sent their widows to clean up the pieces. I let my rage blind me, its true, for every minute those widows wept at my floor for justice. I would have killed him, his men, every single person who served him, if you had not been present."
Those that made her, were as much the cruelty of the UIC as the love of her father, the steadiness of her husband. She did not have his apparently magnanimous nature it seemed, could think of no other way to say it more plainly. But to that she wondered.
"Do you love the Vor, even as they are?" because his words, his stories of them - she couldn't help but think of otherwise if not for the life he had told her.