The Will of the Many

Confidence, real or perceived, has a peculiar power over people.

I AM DANGLING, AND IT is only my father’s blood-slicked grip around my wrist that stops me from falling.

“What about Tolverium? Or Sena Corlisis?”

The decision may have been made by the few, Diago, but it’s the Will of the many that killed your family.”

“Wait. I need to know. If this works. If… somehow in the future, the Hierarchy really does collapse in on itself.” I stare down over the fires. “Are you going to destroy the Aurora Columnae?”
For the first time, Relucia looks surprised.
“I don’t even know if that’s possible,” she says gently. Like a parent explaining a simple concept to a slow child. “And only the Princeps know where they all are. So… no. We’ll wait for the right moment, wait until the Hierarchy is ready to crumble, and then strike. Remove our oppressors. Start again.”
My fists clench. It’s the answer I expected.
“That’s the problem with people, though, isn’t it? They always think that other people are the problem.” Quiet. Angry. “You want to remove the Princeps? The senators? You’ll just become them, sooner or later. If all you’re trying to do is change who’s in control, then you don’t really want to change anything.” I finish in a forceful, low growl. Letting her hear my disgust.

There are those who see what should be, and complain that they do not get their due. And then there are those who see what is, and figure out how to use it to their advantage. Or at the least, overcome it.”

In trying to become God, they created Him

Victims can still be enemies.”

Hate is its own violence, my prince. Your only choice is whether to let it hurt them, or you.”

CHAIN YOUR ANGER IN THE dark, my mother used to tell me, and it will only thrive.