[ He nods, expecting that there's virtuous people wherever you go, under whichever city's banner you fly. He wants to believe—that choosing one over the other is a matter of priorities and not morality.
It doesn't make his decision any easier, but what Yuri says gives him food for thought, at least. As for actual food—he's solidly moved onto the eating phase, practically inhaling a small tart as he formulates a response. ]
...That's noble of you. I hope you're right.
[ He says so gently, without condescension or sarcasm. Sho isn't often warm, but he speaks with a plain sort of honesty.
And to be fair, it does seem like Meridian might be on the right track. There's a cluster of noise from a busy dining table, caught up in eager conversation. The city feels tense, but alight. He'd listened to some of the public speeches about Oracle this or that, but lacked context, so. ]
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It doesn't make his decision any easier, but what Yuri says gives him food for thought, at least. As for actual food—he's solidly moved onto the eating phase, practically inhaling a small tart as he formulates a response. ]
...That's noble of you. I hope you're right.
[ He says so gently, without condescension or sarcasm. Sho isn't often warm, but he speaks with a plain sort of honesty.
And to be fair, it does seem like Meridian might be on the right track. There's a cluster of noise from a busy dining table, caught up in eager conversation. The city feels tense, but alight. He'd listened to some of the public speeches about Oracle this or that, but lacked context, so. ]
Is this... a victory celebration?