[For a moment, his mouth opens, eyes burning with a readiness to start (and win, he's sure) an argument, but then he closes his mouth again, so quick his teeth click.

Too soft. He doesn't think it's about being soft so much as--good? He's not exactly cut out for diplomacy, sociability. He couldn't be a mole in the profession of ambassador, business owner. So he has to be an agent with the strange morals of his supposed father.] Everyone is glad to follow orders as the best excuse but then forgets other people are doing the same. The people who oppose you likely had no say in what they're ordered to do. Meat shields. Protect, attack.

I'll come find you when I'm level six.

[Yes, some kids still do believe in fairy tales.]