They also want a good life for their people. A people who could thrive with more lands under their feet. ( A practised smile, far too silvered. Worn. )

You don't know rule. ( A nod. The boy appears... young, ephemeral in the way of children barely learning to be men. At his age, Deimar led armies. ) It's a selfish act. You prioritise the welfare of you and yours against the same helpless faces looking at you from another side. I don't blame them.

( And now, as he starts to set aside more of his papers: ) I don't have to, in order to beat them.