Maybe it is kings. Maybe they're the wrong thing to be fighting.
[ she's quiet, not really talking to him directly. katsa's aware, suddenly, that for all she's done she has little experience with war and the mess of violence beyond that in which she took place. all her missions were covert, singular, directed—not even the fight against leck and his reign over monsea really went beyond herself.
there's a sudden flush of heat in her face, a feeling she can't really identify: shame, maybe, of the realization that there's a lot more she has yet to learn. she shifts, uncomfortable. ]
no subject
[ she's quiet, not really talking to him directly. katsa's aware, suddenly, that for all she's done she has little experience with war and the mess of violence beyond that in which she took place. all her missions were covert, singular, directed—not even the fight against leck and his reign over monsea really went beyond herself.
there's a sudden flush of heat in her face, a feeling she can't really identify: shame, maybe, of the realization that there's a lot more she has yet to learn. she shifts, uncomfortable. ]
It's something I'm still trying to figure out.