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Sweeney is, perhaps, uniquely well-suited to surviving a night like this one — between what he knows of battle and his uncanny luck, she has the luxury of not needing to worry about him. But surviving it and enjoying it are two very different things. Part of her wonders if the violence lands near enough to war to sustain him, but it feels in poor taste to ask. Better to simply appreciate his willingness to voice his disgust with it all to her in the first place, which she recognizes as an opinion he might not air to just anyone. She reaches over to give his hand a brief, appreciative squeeze before leading him into the kitchen.

"It does seem to go against the purpose of having a so-called democracy in the first place," she replies drily, fetching down one of her larger soup bowls for him. "Normally it takes a monarchy to subject so many people to such a stupid bloody idea."

Perhaps she's giving the general population too much credit. There was no vote on the Purge that she was aware of (and she is fairly diligent about these things), but even if there had been, the locals might have collectively and inexplicably gone for the daft option, anyway.

"Though even a King usually has the sense to set his people against a neighboring Kingdom, not their neighbors on the street," she adds, nodding him towards a seat at the table as she fetches a spoon.