I am glad Homelander was there for you, as you, Alia of House Atreides, should never be made to feel alone.
All I ask of you is this: Do you vote now with your heart alone, Alia? Or with your more than capable mind? You are not only a weapon, not to me, nor to many who hold you dear.
I too, am glad, for the chance to be just-Alia. My house, my power, my influence were not wished for, by me. I did not want to be chosen. I wanted to love and be loved.
And now that I am, I am bad at it. It comes less easy than I imagined. I have wounded you, and for this, I apologize. I would not lose one of the few who remain that I hold dear.
My mind is fractured, too quiet. None named strike as undeniable culprits, and my need for justice cries out. My brother is dead. I do not believe any accused guilty of this crime. My heart is all that remains of me, and that too lies broken.
Allow a prideful man a night to tend his wounds, and he shall recover. I understand that we have little and less evidence, as more accusations arise. It is a cruel game we play. One that would seek to divide us above all.
Do not allow me to add to your troubles, when it is the last thing I wish for you.
I am pleased to hear it. I am a selfish, greedy, grabbing creature, Gale of Waterdeep, Guardian Mine. I have felt the beat of your mighty heart and know it's power. You do yourself and Lord Set credit.
I would wish this game over, so we may return to the happiness we once had. I would wish you tend your heart -- never troubling, never prideful -- with your dear one by your side, and wake each morning safe.
And I would pray to whatever gods may listen, that when we find ourselves in the next cycle of this miserable game, we face it as allies, as friends. As my brother, beneath the sun. Yes?
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All I ask of you is this: Do you vote now with your heart alone, Alia? Or with your more than capable mind? You are not only a weapon, not to me, nor to many who hold you dear.
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And now that I am, I am bad at it. It comes less easy than I imagined. I have wounded you, and for this, I apologize. I would not lose one of the few who remain that I hold dear.
My mind is fractured, too quiet. None named strike as undeniable culprits, and my need for justice cries out. My brother is dead. I do not believe any accused guilty of this crime. My heart is all that remains of me, and that too lies broken.
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Allow a prideful man a night to tend his wounds, and he shall recover. I understand that we have little and less evidence, as more accusations arise. It is a cruel game we play. One that would seek to divide us above all.
Do not allow me to add to your troubles, when it is the last thing I wish for you.
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I would wish this game over, so we may return to the happiness we once had. I would wish you tend your heart -- never troubling, never prideful -- with your dear one by your side, and wake each morning safe.
And I would pray to whatever gods may listen, that when we find ourselves in the next cycle of this miserable game, we face it as allies, as friends. As my brother, beneath the sun. Yes?
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[ when he will always care for her, even if he trusts her far less than before. ]
Stay safe and, indeed, true to your heart, Lady Alia.