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Who: Leto + You
Broadcast: Text
Action: SS Blameless
When: August 4th

So it seems we've returned to enclosed quarters once more. Let's play a game to liven things up.

Who would you fuck, marry or kill on the Fleet?

I suppose to make it even harder, you could limit it to your ship.

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I can't imagine you sleep well. Or at all.

Are you purposely using language that is easier for me to understand?

[ He doesn't sleep. Not so much anymore. But he leaves that part out. His strangeness may be apparently for all to see, but Leto is reluctant to share how the metamorphosis steals away his eating habits, his sleep . . . ]

It helps to have a frame of reference. Otherwise it becomes too cryptic and bizarre.

And here I thought we started there.

It takes time. It's easier with prolonged contact. Then I can adapt myself.

You don't need to do that.
For me, at least.

[ That surprises him. ]

Are you sure? I don't mind. I know I am . . . difficult.

It'll... liven things up.

That's a new one. But I shall do that.

You're telling me you've always been the one to adapt?
That's rather limiting

It provides ease of conversation, of understand so to speak.

I have too much. In what I see, in what I have in my mind. I do not wish to deliberately make people uneasy.

Then how will people understand you, who you are and your ways or manners

I do not understand. Why would they?

If you're adapting to my manner of speech, I have to wonder what you're like when you're Emperor Leto, or just Leto in his world.

[ He considers his words carefully before replying. Leto knows what kind of part he must play as Emperor. To appear merciless and cruel as he gives the people an enforced peace and serenity.

No one would take kindly to that knowledge, no matter what the end result would be. And he prefers to pretend he is not there yet. ]

"Leto" is a difficult concept to pin down. I suppose my sister would know. She is my other half.

So what would your sister's description of you be?

Coy.

And occasionally frustrating.

We have a word for that
Politicians.

Politics is a way of life for me and my kin.

It didn't seem like you particularly enjoy it.

No. And I doubt anyone truly does. It is a way of life. If you do not learn to use it, it will use you.

My stepmother was such a tool. She was used by her father and then used by mine. She loved him and he did too, in his own way. Then she learned to love us.

The Order I belonged to do not involve themselves in politics precisely because we do not want to be someone's tools. Rather we are tools to forge civilization, peace and justice. But never for a particular individual's greed.

Something like that, my old master would say it's the will of the Force.

He would have the right of it.

But it'll take years for such things to change. My father tried a more direct way but it ended up using him as well. His intentions were good, but his legacy got away from him.

What was his legacy?

He went from being a man to becoming a god. His friends became his followers.

And how does a man become a god?