’ it is, isn’t it? ’ she hums in agreement, lips quirking up into a smile. you see a lot of things as a first lady & the leader of a foundation, like the malice in the hearts of some people - and the kindness in others. the first would often be found in the oligarchy, and the later on the hearts of those who don’t have anything. ’ i think you would be appalled by the things i get to witness everyday. ’
‘ undoubtedly. ’ the girl’s tone is laced with an odd humor, one acquired from a great many years spent dwelling among appalling things - however self-inflicted those experiences may have been. ‘ i would say that, on the global board, you’re much more of a player than i’ll ever be. ’ perhaps a compliment, perhaps not. ‘ tell me - what is it like? to be at the near center of all this…disorder? ’
‘ revolution, i find, so frequently results in a return to what was being abolished. ’ an anxious laugh, lips twisting into a rare smile. protracted words an attempt to impress the other - it’s not often she gets the chance to make the acquaintance of such a prominent civic voice. ( or, more accurately, one for which she holds an embarrassing admiration. ) ‘ but still, i suppose there’s a certain romantic pull to violent uprising. human nature is such an odd thing. ’ // @calledsaviour
