[Needing his hand held to conquer a defunct democracy doesn’t feel like a gift, ir like a victory. But he understands the sentiment behind it, feels it bounce across the bomd along with her offense. His head dips a little in deferance, as it often did for the previous Supreme Leader, black hair falling in front of his eyes.]
You are right, of course.
[He means that, in spite of his monotone. He swallows some of it.]
Forgive my wallowing...Empress.
[He still hasn’t figured out if she wants that title or not.]
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You are right, of course.
[He means that, in spite of his monotone. He swallows some of it.]
Forgive my wallowing...Empress.
[He still hasn’t figured out if she wants that title or not.]