[That isn't an answer. And, though it's a question, his tone doesn't especially lend itself to inviting an answer, either; Kars lets out an amused little snort and turns back to the scene of the room at large. Scanning over it: the people milling about, people of all types, fae and humans and otherwise. People of types he's never seen before, all interacting—a pocket of them chattering away here, a pair of them drinking over there.
Then he turns back, to regard this stranger. He definitely looks a little more with it by now.]
Tell me. What have they done to us in this place? These people seem quite satisfied. Maybe they're satisfied with little enough. Maybe little was taken from them to dissatisfy them. But I can't say the same. Can you? How have they taken from me what I had achieved?
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[That isn't an answer. And, though it's a question, his tone doesn't especially lend itself to inviting an answer, either; Kars lets out an amused little snort and turns back to the scene of the room at large. Scanning over it: the people milling about, people of all types, fae and humans and otherwise. People of types he's never seen before, all interacting—a pocket of them chattering away here, a pair of them drinking over there.
Then he turns back, to regard this stranger. He definitely looks a little more with it by now.]
Tell me. What have they done to us in this place? These people seem quite satisfied. Maybe they're satisfied with little enough. Maybe little was taken from them to dissatisfy them. But I can't say the same. Can you? How have they taken from me what I had achieved?