[There are many ways to answer that. Many truths that he might mention, but he keeps staring at the water. It laps at the shore, eroding the grass and dirt one tiny bite at a time. Or perhaps it doesn't, none of this is real, after all.
It's a cage.
Gilded and filled with promises, but a cage none the less.
Something to keep them occupied. Something to keep them content enough to never revolt against the chains placed around their necks. A balance, to the missions they've all agreed to fulfill.]
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It's a cage.
Gilded and filled with promises, but a cage none the less.
Something to keep them occupied. Something to keep them content enough to never revolt against the chains placed around their necks. A balance, to the missions they've all agreed to fulfill.]
Why would anyone try.