[ Min-Ji looks thoughtful but she is not inattentive either. She waves a hand again in Yanli's direction, a more forceful attempt to have her tea. ]
Drink, girl. Before your tea gets cold. [ And then Min-Ji picks up her own cup and takes a sip, gathering her thoughts, or more likely: gathering her patience. ] Given a choice to do it my way, I would have the Lord and Lady punished. I would see them pulled from the comforts of their isolated palace to witness what they have wrought on their people, what they have deliberately chosen to ignore. We are not a problem to sweep under the rug.
[ She breathes out again, still clutching at the hot cup between her hands, clearly not noticing the temperature or perhaps not caring. ]
But I would put it to those of us who remain to decide the royals' fates. Unfortunately we are not an army and they have theirs. [ It's said plainly, very matter-of-fact.
And then: ] This cure ... is there hope that it will do its work? Will it bring our sons and daughters, our mothers and fathers and friends, back to us?
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[ Min-Ji looks thoughtful but she is not inattentive either. She waves a hand again in Yanli's direction, a more forceful attempt to have her tea. ]
Drink, girl. Before your tea gets cold. [ And then Min-Ji picks up her own cup and takes a sip, gathering her thoughts, or more likely: gathering her patience. ] Given a choice to do it my way, I would have the Lord and Lady punished. I would see them pulled from the comforts of their isolated palace to witness what they have wrought on their people, what they have deliberately chosen to ignore. We are not a problem to sweep under the rug.
[ She breathes out again, still clutching at the hot cup between her hands, clearly not noticing the temperature or perhaps not caring. ]
But I would put it to those of us who remain to decide the royals' fates. Unfortunately we are not an army and they have theirs. [ It's said plainly, very matter-of-fact.
And then: ] This cure ... is there hope that it will do its work? Will it bring our sons and daughters, our mothers and fathers and friends, back to us?