[ Both, in truth, this is the one kind of fight she could never walk away from. Then, once sworn to that fate, she gave it everything, she could never do anything less. Going to get her killed, one of these days. She knows it, she's always known it. After all, it's what she's remembered for and it had never been far from the truth. Some part of her had died that day on the fields of Gwalior.

There's a grunt of understanding for that. What ruler didn't know the damage of a standing army? They grew restless, all that training and nothing to take it out on. Who better than those utterly aligned. If they took it out on a villager, a civilian of their own kind, their commanders would hound them for it. But a group of outsiders that belonged to no one? Who was to care for them? ]

Your father is right, and you've... summed up its dangers I suppose. [ Nods to him, taking in a thin breath through her lips, looking back in review. ] It's not as if it hasn't already happened. [ An irritated murmur back to him in agreement. ] Byerly turned traitor the Cetagandans, and he purports it to be because of the cruelties that his home has inflicted upon him.