[ and as ever, color or not, it's not an opinion that don quixote can agree with. the rank doesn't seem to matter when it comes to what she believes in. the head itself could tell her she's wrong, and she'd still sooner dig her hands into their flesh until she found a heart shackled by the city they live in. she'd still sooner dig her heels into the upturned graves of others, bodies who held the same beliefs and died sooner for it.

don makes a wide gesture with her hand, tone strengthening and speech quicker. ]

And what of this city? It is different than ours -- is it wrong to hold such beliefs here, to have a gathering where one may find allies and ease of company? Trust comes in two ways: forged in battle and bread broken with another! I do not agree with thine assessment neither there nor here, for there is much to gain; nonsense as thee may see it, I have felt the gratitude of many more for allowing such an event to come to pass!

[ it was worth it, then. just as it was to die (for a question never asked of her) and know for certain what the consequences for all's knowledge. ]