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You watch the road leading up to your family's manorial estate on level 2. The white picket fences and fine landscaping, along with the quiet lack of vehicles, kind and soft-spoken neighbors, and natural features exemplify the type of peaceful calm of perfect, Utopian society. It's all you've ever known, even though you know better.
It's not that you don't appreciate it. It's just...
With Athena on your arm, her sharp eyes spot the movement of your father's carriage before you can. You feel her talons gently squeeze your arm in anticipation, and you stand slightly more at attention. Nearby you, the other children of the upper crust standby for the carriage. Your father has been gone on a long trip to another city, requiring a special armored traincar to go through many deep mountain tunnels and passes. Despite the technology, you know it's a long and harsh journey. He'll be home for a few days to recuperate, but likely be too busy to talk to you much. You can't hold it against him.
What should you say?
>I've had a great time with my tutors, Father
>Where did you go on your trip, Father?
>Welcome home, Father
