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he was refreshing in his transparency. and Toula was thoughtful in her true consideration of the question. politics—they had been a part of her life, since the moment that she was born. she had grown used to it, and she could not imagine her world without them. more than that, she did not think such a thing existed. those that did not see that lived in an illusion, the wool pulled over those eyes by the very ones who knew better.
she would not have that be herself—nor her people. politics, no, she answered, but the cruelty… yes. it is that I wish to work toward ending, she breathes, face a little more solemn for the words being spoken. for the way she truly felt about them. 
there is something on your mind, I sense—will you share it with me? she would not force it or him. but his own words begged the question she posed.