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“I wonder sometimes,” she continued, “If I would have been happier born a pauper…though I can’t imagine being not of Palatenhugel. There are many people who would happily do something like cooking for me, or any of the other small skills I’ve set myself to. What need does a ruler of people need for something like cooking, after all? Though it isn’t as though the thought isn’t typical of my blood. As long as tales of my bloodline go back, there hasn’t been one time a Sanmorza has acted purely in self-interest. Even when my peaceful bloodline has gone to war, it has ever been for the sake of another. That selflessness has made them loved, for certain, but I wonder. Sanmorza has grown weaker and weaker, their subjects fewer and fewer, and soon enough, it may be that they are no different from any other common family. Their goodness has given them nothing. Perhaps my ancestors would say that no truly good deed needs a reward, but is it truly the best for our people? Is it really the best use of our noble blood, to fade away for others less conscientious to take our place and our power both?”
“You want an answer or are y’ just ranting to the ghost in the room?”
Yumilia gave an annoyed glance as she investigated the pot and took inquisitive sniffs. “What answer could you possibly have? How much could you hope to understand?”
You rolled your eyes. “Try me. Or treat me like a cramp. I don’t really care either way. You’re just yapping a hell of a lot to nobody if it ain’t to me. If you don’t want t’ talk then shut your cock holster.”
“Fine,” Yumilia said, “If I asked anybody at all, I doubt they would have the perspective I want them to share. Suppose that you wanted to do something great. That you could become strong enough to do. Something for the world. Could you do that, if you could not take something that you wanted for yourself? Could any person that could not act willfully for what is dear to them, aspire to anything at all?”
She said this while offering what looked like a spoon full of meatball soup. It smelled absolutely delicious.
>As far as you were concerned, she’d already taken what she wanted before. It sounded to you like the opposite. Like a greater purpose lacked value without something personal. Was her blood and aspirations really a part of what she even wanted? Did she actually want to fight you?
>Who the hell was she to think you didn’t have great aspirations too? Climbing into a man’s bed just didn’t have anything to do with that. If she thought she could be better than you just by cutting you to ribbons, she was wrong. You had enough scars to prove that didn’t work that way.
>The world wasn’t a nice place, from your perspective. If you wanted something, you had to be able to get it. No matter what it took. Wasn’t that why she was here? If she beat you, she was right. That much was always the obvious to you.
>Other?
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>Eat the Soup
>Don’t Partake
>Other?
