“We were not finished talking.” This voice was passionate, obsessive, often infuriated or otherwise excited. There was nothing that mattered more than the glory of the Revolution and how to bring about the Dawn. It had absolutely no scruples, but thought itself pure in at least one aspect. “Do you really think that there’s a point, wasting your time here? You are not some wealthy heiress who is an aspiring men’s toilet attending her first sausage soiree, you are a bringer of the dawn and conqueror of the old order. Rouse yourself to go and do the one thing that is useful in this place…”

“Yes, which would be to reassure the people that their lives are not about to fall into chaos! Like it or not, the King is in attendance, as are bishops. Will the Revolution consume the Cathedra as well? I should hope not, or our cause is condemned by the Judge himself.” This voice was the definition of holier-than-thou. Always talking down, even in the rare case of praise.

The last voice was pleasant, in its own way, with at least being reassuring, but in the way that dulled the senses. “They have a point, do they not? There is more to our life, so much more, than listening to old men ramble about what is their due. Even if Leo wishes us to be here, would we rather have this future than one with what we have already made?”

This could not continue.

>Find a doctor with some sort of medicine for the mind. Surely there is some sort of medicine for this- and you needed to be at your best, or at least functional, in the coming days.
>Excuse yourself from the Tre Acque Conference. Even if it meant not having a voice there, you couldn’t deny being unable to be of any use.
>Focus everything on being present, and holding it together. Even if it meant not being a decisive presence, it would be better than abandoning the crucial meeting.
>Other?

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