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Felixir · 05-28-2021, 05:41 PM

Life is about adapting? Tell them something they didn't know. Trent had no idea, he didn't have the first clue how true that statement was, especially for Nem; it went so much further than just ostensibly ingratiating themselves with the Neo-Alliance back when they were the ones in control. Even now, when he seemed to know something, Nem knew that wasn't it.

Again, they said nothing. Not about that, nor about his information. Just held the cup, grazing the surface of the tea with a fingertip, now watching it ripple instead of staring at the portraits, waiting until the Headsman was done before speaking up.

"He didn't say he took it. He did take it." That made it his, just as much as if someone had decided to just give it to him. Absolute power rules absolutely. In any case, the Board could be changed, bought, threatened, convinced, persuaded in any way possible to appoint anyone. There were plenty of methods that didn't even involve breaking the law, only playing the game, and that went for any other institution too, as high up as it was possible to get. If Rosier had done it that way - and no doubt he could have - then by the Headsman's logic, he'd have been the 'rightful' Headmaster, cult or no. But Nem ultimately knew it wouldn't make a difference; the winning side could move the goalposts just as easily as they made the rules.

It didn't matter. Nem did not rank Lucien high on their very short list of priorities, especially not now he was dead. Their mind was still largely on what Headsman Trent had said. But it wasn't secondary ... I know. They stared into the tea for a little longer before judging enough time had passed, and looked up suddenly, directly into Trent's eyes. "Tell me."

The attempt they made to delve into his mind was sure to be noticed, but the demanding statement, delivered in a flat, lifeless voice, might obscure it for just long enough for them to know, and to understand. It was reckless, and Nem didn't care. They needed to know, and they didn't trust him to tell them.

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