it's a beautiful lie
"You make a good point, but I am still unhappy about it," Neron informs her with a warm sort of petulance in his tone, and he buries his hands deeper in his pockets to prevent them from trying to close the distance between himself and the Warden. This is official business, and it has the potential to be dangerous as well. Best to keep ones wits about them. "And if murder would be more of a mercy?" he wonders. One or two living in utter poverty out here in the wilderness? It isn't much of a life.
Alas, their beloved general returns soon enough, and Neron continues to gaze out across the tundra towards the settlement. "Well, those in Whitebrim initially took up residence after being exiled from the Citadel for their crimes," he says slowly. "I suppose the only way to truly prevent further situations like this is to replace it with something else. An outpost, or even a gaol rather than throwing criminals to the snow..."
Alas, their beloved general returns soon enough, and Neron continues to gaze out across the tundra towards the settlement. "Well, those in Whitebrim initially took up residence after being exiled from the Citadel for their crimes," he says slowly. "I suppose the only way to truly prevent further situations like this is to replace it with something else. An outpost, or even a gaol rather than throwing criminals to the snow..."
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
