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<span class="mu-b">”No... this... this can't be happening... I... I lost!?”</span>
“Your Majesty... Please stop pulling out your hair. It is not helping anything.”
<span class="mu-b">”I did everything right! I- I am supposed to be the Hegemony's great conquering king! The great war leader!? How could this happen!?”</span>
“You are, your Majesty, you <span class="mu-i">are</span>. You are the greatest war leader we've had, with a stronger army then ever, your tactical choice was the best we could have made.”
<span class="mu-b">”SHUT UP! SYCOPHANTIC MACHINE!!! I- ACK! HUACK!”</span>
You are coughing again, feeling something creeping up your spine, like a spreading sense of doom. It's that off feeling again, but this time, more realized and complete. You feel it deep in your bones; a subtle feeling like an itch, a perverse sense of “wrongness” that is aggrevated by your stress. But this time, it doesn't go away. You'd hope that your life would allow your struggles and tribulations to come one at a time, with time to rest and grow between, but no, of course not, when things get bad that's when things get worse. All together, all at once.
How could this happen to you? You don't understand. The Hegemony has always been filled with heroic figures; always the monkey on the lower branch; the one who overcomes the greater challenges. But suddenly, you are on the other end of that dichotomy. Perhaps your only mistake was assuming that something about your culture, your genetics, your morals, or your people could uniquely create heroes.
The wrongful sensation in your body persists. You retreat to your chambers, allow the Threemind and Hegemonic control to help clean up the situation without needing your direct imput. But after a few days, a week, it still persists, less then before, but still there. You know there is something wrong with you, even though you don't know what it is. You submit to the doctors and their fretting.
