Estinien pauses, even in his anger, casting Nero a more careful glance. What does he mean by that exactly? He raises an eyebrow at him.

"Is that your opinion of this kingdom? Or are you simply waxing poetic about the state of mankind? If it's the latter, I've little interest in semantics."

He's spent enough time pondering over the monstrosities of mankind already. It's nothing new, and he certainly doesn't think it's something that can be assigned to people without their deeds speaking for them.