[ For fodder: there's a measure of truth to that. He exhales a sigh and leans forward to set down the notebook, back on the table with its twin. ]
The price was set to those who would seek it out. That great sacrifice... it came at the end of a long and willing road. That is how sainthood was first done, and it is the only way I'll ever see it done.
[ That was, at least, the idea; things went a bit sideways. Notebooks now abandoned, he turns back to the bristling Viktor. ]
You forget that we are an empire at war.
[ That is what Palamedes does not know, cannot know, for all that Gideon may be clumsily filling in pieces. None of the children truly comprehend the enemy, or the threat at their backs. Fodder has a measure of truth, not because a cavalier's role is to die— but because a saint is always a soldier. ]
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The price was set to those who would seek it out. That great sacrifice... it came at the end of a long and willing road. That is how sainthood was first done, and it is the only way I'll ever see it done.
[ That was, at least, the idea; things went a bit sideways. Notebooks now abandoned, he turns back to the bristling Viktor. ]
You forget that we are an empire at war.
[ That is what Palamedes does not know, cannot know, for all that Gideon may be clumsily filling in pieces. None of the children truly comprehend the enemy, or the threat at their backs. Fodder has a measure of truth, not because a cavalier's role is to die— but because a saint is always a soldier. ]