Hannah
Nathan, you look like a warrior.
Nathan
Yes, dear… though no one told me which knee earns the Emperor's approval.
Hannah
You’re a fool, Nathan.
Nathan
A practical one
I’ve been polishing the ironing knee.
Hannah
(laughs) Of course. That’s why your trousers gleam while your honor wrinkles.
Nathan
When the Emperor owes you his throne, knees are merely decoration.
Hannah
This world is ironic, Nathan
But only for those still pretending to believe in it.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
Hannah
Nathan, you look like a warrior.
Nathan
Yes, dear… though no one told me which knee earns the Emperor's approval.
Hannah
You’re a fool, Nathan.
Nathan
A practical one
I’ve been polishing the ironing knee.
Hannah
(laughs) Of course. That’s why your trousers gleam while your honor wrinkles.
Nathan
When the Emperor owes you his throne, knees are merely decoration.
Hannah
This world is ironic, Nathan
But only for those still pretending to believe in it.
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