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“It doesn’t bother you? That people die for you?”
An arrogant smirk unfurled across his lips as his hand stopped moving across the page long enough to look up at this ‘oh-so-innocent’ commander of his. One of his many commanders, that is.
Suzaku was fortunate enough to even deem himself as a counsel-giver, what with the number of times Julius even needed counsel from his subordinates (which was less than three times if he was being critical).
“It is a reality of war.” He stood from his chair with a flourish. “Given the opportunity to choose, would you rather stare down a hoard of rifles and cannons, knowing thousands of men and women drunk on the illusion of pride, are willing to die for you — to die for your glory… Or, would you rather stand with thousands who will abandon you at the first sign of an overwhelming opponent?”
Suzaku knew which option he’d choose — the noble and decent choice. But Julius wasn’t the type of man who would take well to that kind of thinking, and he wasn’t in quite the mood to be berated for his beliefs so…
“I suppose the former is the obvious preference.”
His words gave the military advisor pause, and a scathing glance flashed Suzaku’s way. “It’s the only preference. You either live or die. And I, for one, would rather live than waste away, forgotten in death with the maggots.” A wicked smirk followed. “But if you prefer to buy into the idiocy of martyrdom, then by all means Suzaku Kururugi, be my guest.”
A/N: a Julius Kingsley blurb I found in my drafts... I think it was supposed to be part of a bigger fic, an AU, but shit got in the way. 🥴 I found lots of these lying around today, and I might post some of them just because...
