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[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.