She finishes stirring the pot, letting the pork simmer, and moves to cutting up vegetables. Onions, peppers, leeks, carrots. It's not what she's used to cooking with, there's no taro root and the spices are different. Not wrong. She thought that when she first came here, that everything was wrong, but no, it's simply different. She's gotten a taste for it, though.

One must prepare one's thoughts. Meditation, a chance to reflect on how she feels, would have been ideal. But she doesn't have that time, so she licks her lips, nervous, and begins with the declaration of treason. Hopefully she gets to finish the thought.

"The Red Wolf... no. Cathak Agata is wrong. She has no right to act as she does, not by blood, not by conquest, and certainly not by the abundance of essence she has been gifted. Her command over the Dominion forces here, their very presence, is immoral. But it doesn't serve Dominion interests to act morally, so they will ignore or tolerate it up until there is a forced public acknowledgment of her actions. That will be a blow to their ability to bring the Flower Kingdoms into harmonious accord, so they will not see anything wrong with how she acts. The entire system is wrong, and flawed from the start. There's no benefit to the people who live here to be brought into that fold. But that's not why."

She looks up and meets her teacher's gaze, through the veil. The hat was new, but she always did like the theatrical details. Draw the eye to something big and easily swapped out of, like a hat, or a painted mask, and nobody will make an easy connection. She'd liked that lesson.

"There are two women in that room that love each other very much, and only just have managed to realize there is a chance, a seed to sprout. Agata will crush that, without hesitation, not because it's right, or because it's needed, but because it does not glorify her. She is not the center of their worlds, and so the two lovers will suffer for it."

Her grip shifts on the vegetable knife.

"I won't have it."