[ Watching her, Roan shakes his head, amazed at the self-delusion there. But if she doesn't want to believe him, he's not putting any more effort into trying to make her. ]
Whatever makes you feel better, Wanlida. [ as that's all that matters, it seems. not humanity, not survival, not suffering a loss of freedom or bearing some horrible choices on your soul for the sake of hope.
good she ran from the first conclave, roan thinks, bitterly, as he steps out on the bottom floor. she'd make a fucking terrible commander. ]
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Whatever makes you feel better, Wanlida. [ as that's all that matters, it seems. not humanity, not survival, not suffering a loss of freedom or bearing some horrible choices on your soul for the sake of hope.
good she ran from the first conclave, roan thinks, bitterly, as he steps out on the bottom floor. she'd make a fucking terrible commander. ]