[ Worry. There's probably lots that she doesn't know, then; Argalia can say whatever he'd like, but he'll keep it truthful. There's no point in tripping over lies when cooperation always requires honesty. He tilts his head a little, as if working out what she means. It's normal, after all, where he's from; what's there to question?

(That's what the lambs think. He's a shepherd.) ]

Sacrifice? You could say so. Many people forsake what morals they might've had for the chance to step above their peers, and seek a higher ground to look from. It's better to be above than below... in many eyes. I don't like it myself, really. If we could all live as we'd like, with no fear of it being taken away, or that we'd have to hurt another to defend it... If we could be free to follow the paths we choose, the dreams we'd like to turn into reality...

[ His words, slightly yearning, ends in with a sigh. ]

But it's nothing more than a "a nice thought" for most. Her story is not dissimilar to most, frankly, so I wouldn't hold it against Angela any. She simply didn't know better.

[ Most don't, the tone implies. ]