[Liem listens silently as Amos talks, keeping his hands occupied with the mundane task of shaping the sand in front of him. He says it’s straightforward—and the way he speaks about their situation here, it certainly sounds that way. Choose someone worthy to follow, and accept their guidance. In a very real way, it’s exactly what Liem has spent almost his entire life doing.
Perhaps that’s why everything is suddenly so complicated now that he’s here. What is he meant to do when the being who has offered him direction is different in almost every way from the one to whom he’d already given a century of service? Despite his belief in the grim truth that the Kenoma had shown him, he doesn’t know how he can fully trust the Regent’s promises of a better world when the one they currently hold sway over stinks so cloyingly of rot.]
How do you determine who that person is?
[He pauses his work, looking up to peer at Amos from beneath the wide brim of his hat. His expression is gravely intent.]
How do you judge that this person is better than you, or anyone else?
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Perhaps that’s why everything is suddenly so complicated now that he’s here. What is he meant to do when the being who has offered him direction is different in almost every way from the one to whom he’d already given a century of service? Despite his belief in the grim truth that the Kenoma had shown him, he doesn’t know how he can fully trust the Regent’s promises of a better world when the one they currently hold sway over stinks so cloyingly of rot.]
How do you determine who that person is?
[He pauses his work, looking up to peer at Amos from beneath the wide brim of his hat. His expression is gravely intent.]
How do you judge that this person is better than you, or anyone else?