While we may subdue fear by our valour and temper rage through our restraint, with what do we counter confusion? You are aware of the harm of disarray in war. I am disposed to think the cost too high.
[Of course, he does possess a thirteenth century understanding of medicine, where treatment is often enough as deadly as illness.]
Valid points. Thus far Hope has not demanded payment in return for resurrecting the dead. There are medics here. Rudimentary supplies, but we can compromise.
I distrust the fact that the gods see fit to buy our support.
[Not that she'd mind having a bar or a clinic or even a hot spring, or whatever Delight would bring, but it's still bribery. Maketh would rather have something useful, like a clinic but she's honestly worried about the price.]
[...Rather, a late fourteenth century understanding. But once again, Henry likes the way that Maketh's mind works.]
A small sacrifice for a larger gain seems a safe presumption of their intent. We conform to their precise desires without altering the balance of power in the slightest, for a trifling choice that mostly affords us the illusion of directing our own fates.
Perhaps we are giving this matter unproportioned thought, when the results rely upon the fancy of all.
[It's probably a good thing he hasn't realized she was wandering around with blast trauma when they first met. Thaaaat would be a fun conversation.]
It also puts them in a flattering light, the benevolent protectors. How kind they are to give us these things, as if they did not create this situation in the first place.
That assumes it is not somehow rigged. It would be a simple matter, after all.
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Poor. A clinic would be the best tactical choice, but the risk may not be worth taking. Your opinion?
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[Of course, he does possess a thirteenth century understanding of medicine, where treatment is often enough as deadly as illness.]
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I distrust the fact that the gods see fit to buy our support.
[Not that she'd mind having a bar or a clinic or even a hot spring, or whatever Delight would bring, but it's still bribery. Maketh would rather have something useful, like a clinic but she's honestly worried about the price.]
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A small sacrifice for a larger gain seems a safe presumption of their intent. We conform to their precise desires without altering the balance of power in the slightest, for a trifling choice that mostly affords us the illusion of directing our own fates.
Perhaps we are giving this matter unproportioned thought, when the results rely upon the fancy of all.
You should risk the clinic.
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It also puts them in a flattering light, the benevolent protectors. How kind they are to give us these things, as if they did not create this situation in the first place.
That assumes it is not somehow rigged. It would be a simple matter, after all.
Perhaps. I am giving it thought.
[A pause.]
You are unharmed, I presume? After the incidents.
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What of you? Suffer you any distress?
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We must talk.
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Unless you have any objections?
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is your home acceptable
[She has roommates]
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