[ He follows her gesture, his expression complicate and his scowl pulling at the corners of his mouth. ]

I see that, now.

I still don't understand why. On my world, people can be admired, or feared, or loved. That's not unusual. The Sultana herself has portraits and mammets made in her likeness. But this degree of...

[ He struggles for a moment, trying to find the word. ] --ownership. Possessiveness. It doesn't exist.