[Iskandar is too quick to let the irritation rather then reason speak through him but Waver is absolutely right. He can't ignore it. As angry as he is, though with every passing minute more of it silently evaporates, he can't take it out on his own people just because they're unfortunate enough to be close enough. It's also true that he promised. So with a sigh, he corrects his previous statement to something more truthful this time.]
I do.
[He pauses. Both hands on the controller but he's not making a move so it's his turn to get shot down. The screen gets blurry and "Mission Failed" appears on the now almost undiscernable background in capital letters. Is this what he does?]
From the moment I was summoned here, I treat my position very seriously. I try to help, where help is needed, fulfil my duties as a god and don't bring shame to my father as his son. And yet I see it is not enough. [He gestures vaguely to the notepad on the table.] I get this. What am I supposed to think of it? They want me to go to war with them and yet they order me around as if I were some mere lackey of theirs? I am not used nor will I ever be, to such treatment.
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[Iskandar is too quick to let the irritation rather then reason speak through him but Waver is absolutely right. He can't ignore it. As angry as he is, though with every passing minute more of it silently evaporates, he can't take it out on his own people just because they're unfortunate enough to be close enough. It's also true that he promised. So with a sigh, he corrects his previous statement to something more truthful this time.]
I do.
[He pauses. Both hands on the controller but he's not making a move so it's his turn to get shot down. The screen gets blurry and "Mission Failed" appears on the now almost undiscernable background in capital letters. Is this what he does?]
From the moment I was summoned here, I treat my position very seriously. I try to help, where help is needed, fulfil my duties as a god and don't bring shame to my father as his son.
And yet I see it is not enough. [He gestures vaguely to the notepad on the table.] I get this. What am I supposed to think of it?
They want me to go to war with them and yet they order me around as if I were some mere lackey of theirs? I am not used nor will I ever be, to such treatment.