Kelson did a brief double take as they talked about the fate of Leicester. "Wait. Your nation conquered Leicester without the means to rule over them properly?" That was indeed cruel. And rather short sighted. It might take longer, but Kelson thought that there was then hope. You can only subjugate a people for so long under harsh rule before even a kicked animal will strike back.

"It's not commendable, it's what I swore. I do not take my oaths lightly and my coronation oath principally." Still, he winced when the other outright called him out. Kelson hated killing. At least using euphemisms softened it a bit. His voice was a bit harsher when he spoke, with a more bite to it. "I am upholding the law. Those that cannot behave civilly toward others have no place in my court." A little softer now. "It's not like I didn't try. I tried for so long."

Kelson often had a unique interpretation of problems. It seemed to be the entire issue behind his rule. "Not at all. You are doing the best you can with the circumstances you are given. That's not a failure, that's a strength. But you and those around you are upholding you to the same circumstances and merit as those who are unhindered. That's like saying someone with brown eyes are better than someone with blue eyes, because they can see better in bright sunlight and don't get sun blinded as easily. It's ridiculous. It's part of who that person is, with all the strengths and weaknesses."

Oh Linhardt. You got him started. You got him all wound up about a silly thing like equal rights just by talking about being tired. "I can help you, so I shall. As long as you are willing. It's as simple as that." End of discussion.