[His answer is clipped, simple, after listening to Hubert say his piece. The insight is... interesting, at the very least, and he can see the lines of logic that brought them to where they were, even if they felt terribly... Imperial.
New perspective or no, it doesn't change his mind.]
So kill the Archbishop. Kill those who would continue to enact her style of rule. Start a war in the Empire and root out the rotten nobility who refuse to lick the boots of your Empress. Don't bring your war to Faerghus. Don't pretend we're all the same as you, or that your changes will stop the suffering of the common people at the hands of the corrupt. There will always be corrupt nobility, Hubert, and I didn't think you were the sort to believe that that would change.
They were never out of sight, Hubert. Not up here. Maybe in your sprawling cities down south they were, but you don't know how life is here any more than I know how it is in Enbarr. The difference between us is I wouldn't start a war to force my way of life on your people.
[There's shouting, coming from the manor, as darkness deepens, as servants begin to wonder where Sylvain might have disappeared to. Eventually, torches are lit, and distant, bobbing flames slowly but steadily grow closer.]
I'm not as stupid as I project. I know there's corruption everywhere. I know the people have always been dying. War only spreads the suffering further, and if you think your nobility wouldn't wring all it could out of Faerghus, out of the Alliance, once your conquest ended, then you're more naive than you think.
600 years later..............
[His answer is clipped, simple, after listening to Hubert say his piece. The insight is... interesting, at the very least, and he can see the lines of logic that brought them to where they were, even if they felt terribly... Imperial.
New perspective or no, it doesn't change his mind.]
So kill the Archbishop. Kill those who would continue to enact her style of rule. Start a war in the Empire and root out the rotten nobility who refuse to lick the boots of your Empress. Don't bring your war to Faerghus. Don't pretend we're all the same as you, or that your changes will stop the suffering of the common people at the hands of the corrupt. There will always be corrupt nobility, Hubert, and I didn't think you were the sort to believe that that would change.
They were never out of sight, Hubert. Not up here. Maybe in your sprawling cities down south they were, but you don't know how life is here any more than I know how it is in Enbarr. The difference between us is I wouldn't start a war to force my way of life on your people.
[There's shouting, coming from the manor, as darkness deepens, as servants begin to wonder where Sylvain might have disappeared to. Eventually, torches are lit, and distant, bobbing flames slowly but steadily grow closer.]
I'm not as stupid as I project. I know there's corruption everywhere. I know the people have always been dying. War only spreads the suffering further, and if you think your nobility wouldn't wring all it could out of Faerghus, out of the Alliance, once your conquest ended, then you're more naive than you think.