He shook his head to himself, leaned down, and checked her pulse.<br/><br/>"You remain as high strung a race as ever. Your sense of drama may consume you all one day." said diffidently as he slung Galla up into his arms.<br/><br/>"I am not taking this one into my long term care. The only use I could think of for a personal slave would be bookeeping, and I've something of a doubt the young woman is much schooled in estate and financial management."<br/><br/>He paused again.<br/><br/>"All the same, this one will only serve as some sort of.. pleasure slave and maidservant, seems to be the implication I suppose, if you break her. You might consider doing that not doing much more than being the stereotype she wants to justify her outward rage and lack of inward focus against. The mighty, the wise, and the proud may wish to think twice before abandoning their self image to instead take up the one she demands you bear."<br/><br/>He carries her out and through the caverns, finding an alcove near his rooms to lay her back against. Indulging an errant thought, he chisels with a fingertip into the stone above her a message.<br/><br/>"I am hated and loved in dizzying enough variety that your own venom is a very small drop, in a very large bucket of clashing emotions. Enough people already view me as functionally an object to define their ideals within, or in defiance of that I can hardly bedgrudge you needing to do the same thing. But please do not assume I care any more when you do it than when others do. If you are going to hover around me in the future, accept that my concern begins and ends with your having a decent enough chance to live outside of agony. The penchant of your race to overcomplicate that simplest of needs and lose the chance with it to appreciate your own fine minds, is very much your race's problem.<br/><br/>"Or keep annoying the others in every breath you take, shouting promises of murder coupled with periodic efforts at violence and come to a twisted and broken end, followed by a pitiable afterlife given only to wretches. That is your choice.<br/><br/>C. Valerius Argentum."<br/><br/>He walked off after that to find somewhere a stone chair that could support his weight to settle back into.