"Is that what you think the queen had in mind when she sent fire raining down on civilians? Saving the world?" Rhy asks, incredulous.
He's not talking about Thorne's approach to the Singularity as a whole versus that of the Free Cities. He's not talking about their ideology, or even their longstanding animosity and conflict. The politics surrounding all of this are far more complex and far-reaching. But just now, what had happened, had been one decision, made unilaterally by one person with too much power and no desire to heed the consequences that her actions will cascade upon her own lands, not to mention the innocents in others.
It was reckless, irresponsible, and cruel. Not at all the action of a ruler, in his mind.
"This isn't part of saving anyone." The flash of anger is there and gone, wavering as he adds, "It's only going to get worse from here. Much worse, I think..."
It's only now that he's beginning to realize what the look he hadn't been able to place was, earlier, in Ronan's eyes. Perhaps it is excitement. Or, worse-- hunger.
He wants this.
Rhy resists the sudden urge to pull his hand away, squeezing it again instead. His heart beats too-fast in his ears, fear and disappointment mingling with the confusion, leaving him a little breathless, wide golden eyes searching Ronan's face.
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He's not talking about Thorne's approach to the Singularity as a whole versus that of the Free Cities. He's not talking about their ideology, or even their longstanding animosity and conflict. The politics surrounding all of this are far more complex and far-reaching. But just now, what had happened, had been one decision, made unilaterally by one person with too much power and no desire to heed the consequences that her actions will cascade upon her own lands, not to mention the innocents in others.
It was reckless, irresponsible, and cruel. Not at all the action of a ruler, in his mind.
"This isn't part of saving anyone." The flash of anger is there and gone, wavering as he adds, "It's only going to get worse from here. Much worse, I think..."
It's only now that he's beginning to realize what the look he hadn't been able to place was, earlier, in Ronan's eyes. Perhaps it is excitement. Or, worse-- hunger.
He wants this.
Rhy resists the sudden urge to pull his hand away, squeezing it again instead. His heart beats too-fast in his ears, fear and disappointment mingling with the confusion, leaving him a little breathless, wide golden eyes searching Ronan's face.
"Don't you see that?"