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[thefirstemperor]

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[awpants]

"This is awkward because now I feel like I should defend the wardens' honor or something and I can't." When you have a point, you have a point.

[thefirstemperor]

"Blame not the wardens. Thy uses may be few, but one can hardly fault mortals for grasping at what the admiral offers." If condescension is better than blame, that might be a refreshing attitude. Probably not.

[awpants]

He is, fortunately, very used to being condescended to. It does annoy him but he holds that in check for Ryong. "What, you've never been desperate?"

[thefirstemperor]

"Thus the allowances I make for thee." This is him being magnanimous. "None are at their wisest in desperation."

[awpants]

He hesitates. "Is that how you ended up here? Something desperate you did?"

[thefirstemperor]

As annoying as he finds this sort of wardenly prying, that's not much of a revelation, and he can't find it in himself to be too offended. "Perhaps it began so." He remembers that cornered animal desperation, but he's pretty sure what landed him here was what came after. If he concedes that anything other than the admiral's whims did that.

[awpants]

He considers pressing for details but they've only just met.

"Got any advice for other desperate people?"

[thefirstemperor]

"At the point of desperation, little remains to change," he says bluntly. He's not actively trying to be unpleasant. He's just yet to be sold on optimism.