[You're gardening-- pruning the roses--, and small, barely more than a toddler, looking up at your aunt-- a pinched, angry-looking middle-aged woman. She's stern, a little scary, and she's always talking about your father and mother and looking at you like you're not exactly what she wants around, but you know she loves you because why would she
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They don't understand much of anything at all. But neither do I, so it balances out.
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On their behalf, I'm sorry.
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Anyway, you don't need to apologize for her. It's technically true, you know, even if I didn't do anything at the time to warrant the accusation.
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So was she.
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...Keep this up and you'll make me look like the immature one. But if she wasn't right, she wasn't wrong either. I mean...
To protect your people, sometimes you have to do monstrous things. It might not change what you are, but it changes who you are, I think. She was wrong to fear me, but she's been dead for fifty years, Arthur. She'll never learn that.
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There are people in everyone's past who are better off not seeing them in the present. My aunt is one of those for me.
Besides, she'd never recognize me. I'm not the little girl she raised, and she only saw me as I am for about three minutes, give or take. [A resigned shrug.] I have all the family I need here.
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She wouldn't look at what I've done, though. She'd look at what I am. I love my aunt-- she was all I had for a long time after my parents died--, but I know what she's like. It's not something that will ever change-- she'd never look at me and see a ruler, or a general, or even a diplomat. She'd see a non-human.
It's the nature of my world. I'm not particularly torn up by it, in my personal life. [She's not lying; it hurts, sure, but she's been coping for years. Now it's barely a twinge in an ugly scar.]
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[ Given his optimism when it comes to Scorched and Natives, given his own stance on magic... he kind of has to. ]
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