[Hange sets her glass down and idly toys with her wine glass, pivoting it on the base clockwise and counterclockwise. Otherwise she patiently waits and listens, gazing at him with calm clear eyes.]
A noble goal, truly. I can sympathize with that.
[She'd say some similar things, probably. And yet, she knows what people think about what she says: talk is cheap. Petyr's talk is cheap, too. Further observation is required.]
My home is also ruled by the king within the walls. He's a repressive sort, and dozens of scientists, upstart teachers, and rogue authors and artists have been made to disappear under his reign. It's all something of an open secret, easily seen by those with an eye for it, but not readily spoken of.
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A noble goal, truly. I can sympathize with that.
[She'd say some similar things, probably. And yet, she knows what people think about what she says: talk is cheap. Petyr's talk is cheap, too. Further observation is required.]
My home is also ruled by the king within the walls. He's a repressive sort, and dozens of scientists, upstart teachers, and rogue authors and artists have been made to disappear under his reign. It's all something of an open secret, easily seen by those with an eye for it, but not readily spoken of.