"And the innocent people who just want to live? Yours and other kingdoms?" Damian stretched his hand toward the thousands of people in chains below them. "Tell me they don't deserve to live just because they didn't magically gain absurd powers through some random twist of fate. Sounds a lot like those same nobles you hate so much…"
"They had a choice. Empire people are all criminals on death row. The ones from Dawnstar were given a choice... They chose wrong."
"Become a tyrant? Rule with fear? That's your vision of the future?" Damian said, gritting his teeth.
"Better than perishing slowly in a dying land, trying to feed people while protecting ourselves from vultures. I have the power and the knowledge, so why shouldn't I use it to better our lives?"
