[ In her silence lies her agreement. That's a good question, and she's ruminated over it a few times. After a considerable pause, she taps the ground with her boot. ]
Well, we are in Hell. [ Perhaps that's merely part of the explanation. She knows from experience that crime breeds in places with governments that civilians grow distrustful of, or where the government stands to benefit from it. In this case, it might be both. ] Could be that... could be a combination of things— like, you know. A pot boiling over might be?
[ A sudden downpour of lost souls, split up across the clans. It's a recipe for trouble in her book. ]
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Well, we are in Hell. [ Perhaps that's merely part of the explanation. She knows from experience that crime breeds in places with governments that civilians grow distrustful of, or where the government stands to benefit from it. In this case, it might be both. ] Could be that... could be a combination of things— like, you know. A pot boiling over might be?
[ A sudden downpour of lost souls, split up across the clans. It's a recipe for trouble in her book. ]