ZARIAH
I haven't been falling all this time - I've been flying
Zariah tilted her head as he spoke, pocketing the little square of handkerchief she had used to dry his eyes. "Would you have, Remi? Truly? Without Ianto to save, would you really have continued to aid me in the wake of all the hate people spew about me?" she asked lightly. To her it seemed an unlikely situation. He had agreed to help her before in return for her own assistance. If Ianto was out of the picture, surely he felt his own service no longer needed - which was clearly not the case.
"And if there had been explanation, would it have been read or torn down with the rest of it? If there had been warning, would anything have changed?" she asked, clearly doubtful. "As you say, this shift is a lot for people who have never known order. It is clear they have no desire to evolve or change. Yes, I expect a lot, but even were someone more lackadaisical to have seized power the reaction would have been the same." she said, almost sadly. These people were barely more than savages, untamed, wild beasts of a people.
His question gave her pause, as he hit on a slightly more complex situation. "Respect alone wavers. It is more fickle than love, and easily broken. This I have witnessed time and time again. However, respect borne from fear is everlasting. It is built on a foundational understanding of where the boundaries of respect are, and the consequences of going beyond them." she said quietly. "It is human nature to respect that which we fear, and to act against that with which we are comfortable. It is a sad truth, but truth nonetheless. Only the most fit of leaders can bear that burden successfully."
"And if there had been explanation, would it have been read or torn down with the rest of it? If there had been warning, would anything have changed?" she asked, clearly doubtful. "As you say, this shift is a lot for people who have never known order. It is clear they have no desire to evolve or change. Yes, I expect a lot, but even were someone more lackadaisical to have seized power the reaction would have been the same." she said, almost sadly. These people were barely more than savages, untamed, wild beasts of a people.
His question gave her pause, as he hit on a slightly more complex situation. "Respect alone wavers. It is more fickle than love, and easily broken. This I have witnessed time and time again. However, respect borne from fear is everlasting. It is built on a foundational understanding of where the boundaries of respect are, and the consequences of going beyond them." she said quietly. "It is human nature to respect that which we fear, and to act against that with which we are comfortable. It is a sad truth, but truth nonetheless. Only the most fit of leaders can bear that burden successfully."
