[L notices the strings, and he feels some sort of way about how they snake around him and restrict his freedom of motion. He's also resigned in his way, and committed to a certain inability to control everything about his life and those around him.]
Who is King, then? If it's not us, and the board doesn't belong to our wills.
[He asks with the tone of one humoring, one patient, however existentially distressing the answer might be.]
cw for paranoia about lack of autonomy
Who is King, then? If it's not us, and the board doesn't belong to our wills.
[He asks with the tone of one humoring, one patient, however existentially distressing the answer might be.]