[ Suffice to say, her answer isn't one he likes, and his frown deepens as he considers the implication of her words. They're unsettling, to be sure, but more than that they're insulting to a memory he holds very dear. ]

The road to peace is hardly one for the weak-hearted. The strongest woman I knew sought peace over power, and suffered for it. That's precisely why I'm here, to honor her wishes as best I can.

[ He holds no particular loyalty to Olympia despite residing within its borders, but its a country like any other, its people deserving of peace. If there are crimes ancient rulers once committed, the people of now don't deserve to bear the weight of those consequences. Old wounds fester, and he quickly sets them aside. Now is no time to grow sentimental, or to wax poetic. They're not done here yet. ]

You spoke of power. Who, exactly, wants to claim this power for their own?