Fishing expedition

After a moment of taking in that she still had her head, and the Archon was...laughing, Kaczor felt the tension in her shoulders ease, she hadn't particularly wanted to do suicide by telling the Archon the truth, but that's what the last few moments had felt like, only to have him laugh as if it were.. she wasn't sure if she was more relieved, or if the flush she could feel along her cheeks and ears were an indication that she might feel a bit embarrassed that she was so candid with him. But Zizi purring in her lap, had her fingers return to the companion animals fur, eyes closing halfway as she let the rhythmic rumble lull her back down from the fear that had just been overriding her brain. I sometimes have to run into the maudlin in the courts. Magisters are not easily convinced of innocence at times and thus, my profession is weaving the truth into a tale that will stir the emotions as well.

She briefly considered if he was genuine in his remarks, when he said he wasn't being facetious, and then smirked... the man, certainly kept one on their toes. She was quite certain that the man would run circles around her, mentally, in an argument in court, since the profession required a bit of the theatric for closing statements all the time, Uh huh, rot. Her eyebrow arched slightly as he finally got to the point of the monologue he had taken, the offer of a place at the table.

An offer to be at the table that helps rebuild a broken system.

And then he was offering a toast, as she raised her glass in return, Kaczor silently adding in how lucky she was that she hadn't just lost her head, fully convinced that if she looked Malik would be transforming behind her and pulling a sword to complete the execution right now. She had been incredibly candid to begin with, but did she need to immediately tell him everything that she had in mind? He had responded so well to honesty the first time around that she felt if she hesitated the moment would slip through her fingers and she'd never get the opportunity again.

As the glasses tink'ed together, she looked across the table to the older man, the great grand-father of her daughter, and took a deep breath. I'd tear this world down and dance in the ashes if it meant my child never had to grow up in fear of having magic or not. I'd take a sword to any bit of slavery left in this country and put it in the past where it belongs. I'd make a place where my wife could comfortably live in peace and not feel like..

Her voice caught then, as she felt the sting in the corners of her eyes, the building pressure in the center of her face that threatened a torrent of tears coming, no, she chided herself, don't think about Ella right now. Don't think about your wife, don't cry in front of her grand-father. She was trapped with no way out. Where reeducation wasn't a matter of just surviving a dismal dank dungeon, being thrown away to be grateful you're still alive, but not quite truly alive anymore to appreciate that you did in fact live. Better education for those without magic, and the mandatory military service being both mage and non-mage citizens by the time one is thirty. Two years of everyone. Man and woman. A justice system fair to both mage and non-mage alike. The disparity between classes of citizens is.. there are parts of Dock Town where you can't walk three feet without being mugged, offered some off smelling meats for "a mark down", or being strong armed into touching something that you then have to by because it can't be sold to anyone else now. Kaczor lowered the glass some, her fingers still running through Zizi's incredibly soft coat.

I feel like what we have is good, but as you say, there are cracks, there's still a massive gap between the echelons, not having magic immediately puts one at the level of a slave, basically, only they're not owned, but yet we say these citizens are true citizens of the realm, and treat them as bad as, and sometimes worse than what we consider property. And thinking a person property is so archaic it makes my head ache with the mental acrobatics I have to perform to somehow make it okay, but if I release the family that has been with mine for generations they'll lose the protections mine keeping them afford them. And who's to say another family doesn't step in and immediate take them into their own house because they're "escaped" instead of "freed". She eased back into the chair, sighing softly.

Forgive me Archon, I had a lot of time to think in prison.

@Demetrius Arvina