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You deflect and obfuscate your future plans and actions. It's not pretty, nor do you promise anything, you end up hinging on the respect and implied consent of the governed. “Trust me.” You end up saying, a thing lacking substance, but enough to silence most loyalists. After all, who but the Supreme truly knows the full depth of his competence?
The Threemind backs you up once you've chosen your avenue of defense before the investigative panel. Showing statistics and formulated expansion graphs; a subtle way to silence the critics. Who dares question the competence of the Supreme Ruler?
The panel disbands, on the notion of trust. Things have been smoothed over for now, but on the simple pretense that you do your job well. After all, an incompetent Supreme is a bad Supreme Ruler. Tanyt above all lingers the most, but eventually gives way. You wipe away the last bead of sweat. He seemed the most likely to question your authority, you'd prefer not to give him a chance to prove it.
Finally, you return home that night, feeling stressed as ever. You notice a subtle change in your bedchamber. Recently cleaned, decorated with fresh fruits, and scented nicely. It's a great atmosphere. As you begin to undress, Fim approaches you with arms wide, coming in for a kiss. You hold back a retch of disgust and finally, putting your hand out to stop him, tell him aloud.
<span class="mu-b">”No, Fim. I'm tired.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”...Master? What's wrong? Have I done something wrong?”</span>
You sigh. <span class="mu-b">”No Fim, just... Ughh.”</span> You wince at his soft touch. He pulls his hands back and looks at them, expecting to find barbs perhaps, before his face screws into a look of great sadness and despair.
<span class="mu-r">”P-Please... Avae... Please tell me what I did! I'm sorry! Did I get fat?”</span> He prods at his stomach. <span class="mu-r">”Do I smell? Why won't you touch me? We don't need to have sex or anything but just... can't you talk tome? Touch me? Hold me close? It's been so long, Master... I'm starved for your touch. Please don't leave me all alone!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”Fim, look I... I'm not... I'm not attracted to you anymore. Okay?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">”W-What? W-Why!?”</span>
