[ His rage is unmistakable. She does not flinch from it, reading his words, though perhaps she should. After her conquest, it is too reminiscent of her own.
The Great Masters had sat ensconced in their pyramids on the eve of her sack, supping on figs whilst outside the gates the people they had helped to enslave had been slowly starving. A dark, righteous fury had risen in her when she'd set eyes upon them, and she had known then what she must do. I will bring you down, she had promised them. And brought them down she had.
For a time. Then they had come crawling from the cracks like rats, to force her hand in marriage and put her people back into bondage by another name. ]
One day I shall return home to deliver one to them.
[ Her belief in that is absolute, for all her trials. ]
Perhaps when the people are returned to health, they can be made to know how their mayor weighs a life.
[ She can and would think about the consequences, when reminded, but the text detects her first thought. ]
It's only fair. They elected him. They have a right to know the character of the man they chose.
[ they have a different set of priorities now: control the epidemic; keep those healthy that way; subdue the ill, where possible, without harm. administrative upheaval will only set flame to an already delicate tinder box.
after…
it's not as if they'll be around to suffer any consequences. even if they were, there's nothing a spoiled mayor can do touch either. ]
[ Her answer is some time in coming. Meereen has taught her that even when she feels her cause is righteous, her anger just, the decision may come back a curse to plague her.
But this is not Meereen. This city's representatives are elected, and all citizens seem to agree upon that much, at least. Perhaps the mayor's removal from power might be supported by enough of the populace that it should not come to such chaos. ]
There must be some way to distribute news to the people. By what method, though? Public notices?
[ She wonders whether he could guess at that better than she can; if this place is primitive for him, then she presumes some analog of this time must have transpired in his own world, however long ago.
Surely communication by raven is no longer the fashion. (She almost makes a jape of it.) ]
We'd only need one thing: a reporter willing to publish. Once the story breaks, other news outlets will pick it up. And they will. Even if nothing can be proven, the scandal alone could make reelection impossible. And nothing of value is lost.
Until then, I'm going back tomorrow. She's organizing a funeral. [ there's no body, but something needs to be buried. some measure of closure however wanting for herself, for her children, for family and friends. ] If you want to personally drop off something, I'll give you a ride.
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The Great Masters had sat ensconced in their pyramids on the eve of her sack, supping on figs whilst outside the gates the people they had helped to enslave had been slowly starving. A dark, righteous fury had risen in her when she'd set eyes upon them, and she had known then what she must do. I will bring you down, she had promised them. And brought them down she had.
For a time. Then they had come crawling from the cracks like rats, to force her hand in marriage and put her people back into bondage by another name. ]
One day I shall return home to deliver one to them.
[ Her belief in that is absolute, for all her trials. ]
Perhaps when the people are returned to health, they can be made to know how their mayor weighs a life.
[ She can and would think about the consequences, when reminded, but the text detects her first thought. ]
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[ they have a different set of priorities now: control the epidemic; keep those healthy that way; subdue the ill, where possible, without harm. administrative upheaval will only set flame to an already delicate tinder box.
after…
it's not as if they'll be around to suffer any consequences. even if they were, there's nothing a spoiled mayor can do touch either. ]
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But this is not Meereen. This city's representatives are elected, and all citizens seem to agree upon that much, at least. Perhaps the mayor's removal from power might be supported by enough of the populace that it should not come to such chaos. ]
There must be some way to distribute news to the people. By what method, though? Public notices?
[ She wonders whether he could guess at that better than she can; if this place is primitive for him, then she presumes some analog of this time must have transpired in his own world, however long ago.
Surely communication by raven is no longer the fashion. (She almost makes a jape of it.) ]
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Until then, I'm going back tomorrow. She's organizing a funeral. [ there's no body, but something needs to be buried. some measure of closure however wanting for herself, for her children, for family and friends. ] If you want to personally drop off something, I'll give you a ride.
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[ It is her agreement, and her support. Once Woodhurst has been saved, she will join him in seeing to it that they find someone. ]
I will wind a scarf about my face and bring them my meager gift.
Thank you.
[ For all of it, truly. ]