rcury grimaced at the crowd's applause. Priam had turned Claire into a symbol of the hardships raining down on them. Most were thrilled to see humanity striking back. Even if it ant taking the life of a young woman, he lanted.
rcury's perspective was more nuanced, understanding that certain deeds were necessary. Claire's death was a grim necessity, but rejoicing in it? That was a different matter.
His gaze shifted to Priam. The Champion was undeniably strong and charismatic and vowed to slay their enemies. How could they not be enamored by him? Had they even realized that he never promised to shield them? They revered the Spear for its strength, but they'd need a Shield. Priam would never allow himself to be bound in such a way...
From the corner of his eye, rcury noticed the Champion's somber expression. A man who was both strong and honest, who took no pleasure in killing or manipulating his kin? That was a pleasant surprise.
Despite his flaws, I've bet on the right horse.
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