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"Your citizens might not be tethered, but I most certainly am," Ronin repeats, having never suggested otherwise. He tries not to let a smile creep across his face at the sudden flare of what is undoubtedly emotion, despite the admittedly stellar way the Eye handles it. Besides - Ronin can always ask Gus, later, what he thinks about how tethered he is to the Order. His fingers dance along the chair arm, finding the nicks and punctures from claws. "Of course I require things of her," he says, sitting up again now. "More involvement, perhaps. Any idea about how the Dragoons are meant to fit into the Order's plans. At the very least, an idea about how many of those men and women you plan to sacrifice to the Ascended as cannon fodder when the time comes. Because I have seen war, Cian, and they are not ready for it." Okay, maybe Ronin is the one having a flare of emotion now. As for following orders, he scoffs. "My husband and my infant child are in the Greatwood, and I am here discussing politics with you. You'd know if I was against obeying an order." TALIESIN they said it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me