[Palamedes hums, considering a place with a genocidal hatred of anything like he's considering it from infinitely far away; the Sixth has never cared for the Emperor's war, and Imperial enemies have never encroached upon his daily life, so this thing that Viktor describes and the one he can compare to are - distant. Outside the scope of his smaller existence.
He has perhaps had too much colorful liquor to articulate about war and various hatreds. He's thinking about the poem again like a song stuck in his head, rolling the meter over and giving Viktor a small smile for his good poetic ear.]
I believe you, but: flatterer, [he says, for the praise of the Sixth's part, and helpfully,] The Eighth love to produce judgmental cretins who like to call names and denounce anything that moves.
[Said with a shake of his head, and after Viktor adds his piece he takes the pen back to write '+ swords' under the academia. For the fighting, of course. Then he holds the napkin up in front of them both, looking at it with pride.]
We've done it; unsurprisingly, but it bears declaring. An excellent start.
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He has perhaps had too much colorful liquor to articulate about war and various hatreds. He's thinking about the poem again like a song stuck in his head, rolling the meter over and giving Viktor a small smile for his good poetic ear.]
I believe you, but: flatterer, [he says, for the praise of the Sixth's part, and helpfully,] The Eighth love to produce judgmental cretins who like to call names and denounce anything that moves.
[Said with a shake of his head, and after Viktor adds his piece he takes the pen back to write '+ swords' under the academia. For the fighting, of course. Then he holds the napkin up in front of them both, looking at it with pride.]
We've done it; unsurprisingly, but it bears declaring. An excellent start.