Liem's putting words to thoughts that, up until now, have only swirled messily in the basement of his brain. The question serves as a lightning rod, focusing disparate glimmers of discontent--the Regent's fixation on fealty, their jokes and snide remarks, the lack of a concrete plan--into a framework. ]
They've lived a long time, [ Matt murmurs, distant. ] I think they're frustrated that all this suffering ... persists, despite everything they've done. Maybe they kind of lean into some gallows humor to cope.
[ Which is fine in itself. But it still doesn't really address what Matt sees as a gap in the core of their recent rhetoric--a lack of concern for anything past political expediencies. A lack of vision, if you will.
Matt watches Liem's face, his eyes catching on the color in his cheeks. Is that a flush? He's never seen anything like it. Despite the dour conversation, his fingers half-flutter on the ground between them, as if thinking of brushing the twilight hue. ]
Does the Regent have to be perfect for the cause to be worth it, though? [ Matt asks gently, softly, turning at the waist to regard Liem more closely. ] Because I want to think that we can still make it work, even if we don't always get what we want from each other.
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Liem's putting words to thoughts that, up until now, have only swirled messily in the basement of his brain. The question serves as a lightning rod, focusing disparate glimmers of discontent--the Regent's fixation on fealty, their jokes and snide remarks, the lack of a concrete plan--into a framework. ]
They've lived a long time, [ Matt murmurs, distant. ] I think they're frustrated that all this suffering ... persists, despite everything they've done. Maybe they kind of lean into some gallows humor to cope.
[ Which is fine in itself. But it still doesn't really address what Matt sees as a gap in the core of their recent rhetoric--a lack of concern for anything past political expediencies. A lack of vision, if you will.
Matt watches Liem's face, his eyes catching on the color in his cheeks. Is that a flush? He's never seen anything like it. Despite the dour conversation, his fingers half-flutter on the ground between them, as if thinking of brushing the twilight hue. ]
Does the Regent have to be perfect for the cause to be worth it, though? [ Matt asks gently, softly, turning at the waist to regard Liem more closely. ] Because I want to think that we can still make it work, even if we don't always get what we want from each other.