You're correct. [ As if she's offering a reward for the little game they're playing, she releases her hold on the glass and withdraws her hand slightly. ] My ambition is my own. If I did not desire the role, I would remake it to fit my liking.
[ Therefore, the constraints of being empress are ones she inherently accepts. The choices she makes in that capacity are to support her own vision of it.
She arches an eyebrow slightly as she contemplates Waltaquin's pout and their progress through the contents of the glass. She has no intention of becoming fussy now, nor of questioning the effects on the sedatives she's aware Waltaquin must still be taking. It's simply one more piece of information she's gathering. ]
I cherish no illusions about the nature of a nation, let alone an empire. There will be more deaths before I'm finished. And after, certainly. But it would be inconvenient for me if they were carelessly chosen. [ "Careless" is not how she would describe Waltaquin. Neither is "easy to control," however. Which should be stifling her smile, but... ] You would make it more difficult to play another card I've gone through some pains to obtain. How much of an asset do you believe yourself to be, Waltaquin Redditch?
Hehe... hahahaha! [Her laugh cuts through the night, as harsh and disruptive as the warping noises that cascade over the entire archipelago. The reflection of that bigger, deeper, darker sea is there, just beneath it - restrained, perhaps, or just a part of her now.]
If you have to ask when you might easily ascertain elsewhere, how do you think that bodes? I can't believe you'd expect me to sell myself to you. [Least of all because Medea wouldn't buy what she made so easy. Though even in her response, it should be easy to get a sense of her own opinion of herself. Waltaquin would much rather be given approval than cajole it. In testament to this, she doesn't reach for the glass right away even though Medea's relinquished her hold on it.]
We'll have to see. What's this other card of yours? Regardless of the value of the move, shouldn't you chase any opportunity to have fun playing it? [Part of this game, too, is the shared knowledge that they really might never meet again. Each time could be the last. It really doesn't matter if they desire differently. Isn't that absurdly frustrating?]
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[ Therefore, the constraints of being empress are ones she inherently accepts. The choices she makes in that capacity are to support her own vision of it.
She arches an eyebrow slightly as she contemplates Waltaquin's pout and their progress through the contents of the glass. She has no intention of becoming fussy now, nor of questioning the effects on the sedatives she's aware Waltaquin must still be taking. It's simply one more piece of information she's gathering. ]
I cherish no illusions about the nature of a nation, let alone an empire. There will be more deaths before I'm finished. And after, certainly. But it would be inconvenient for me if they were carelessly chosen. [ "Careless" is not how she would describe Waltaquin. Neither is "easy to control," however. Which should be stifling her smile, but... ] You would make it more difficult to play another card I've gone through some pains to obtain. How much of an asset do you believe yourself to be, Waltaquin Redditch?
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If you have to ask when you might easily ascertain elsewhere, how do you think that bodes? I can't believe you'd expect me to sell myself to you. [Least of all because Medea wouldn't buy what she made so easy. Though even in her response, it should be easy to get a sense of her own opinion of herself. Waltaquin would much rather be given approval than cajole it. In testament to this, she doesn't reach for the glass right away even though Medea's relinquished her hold on it.]
We'll have to see. What's this other card of yours? Regardless of the value of the move, shouldn't you chase any opportunity to have fun playing it? [Part of this game, too, is the shared knowledge that they really might never meet again. Each time could be the last. It really doesn't matter if they desire differently. Isn't that absurdly frustrating?]