Aven shakes his head. "You're wrong. Did you take a vow to serve only some people? Mages are people, Lady Hakon, can you not understand that?" He gives her a sorrowful stare. "Did any of us ask to be born with magic power? No, it is not a choice, it is chance." He stands up, Beatrice shuffling nervously on his shoulder, remaining silent. Aven lets his arms hang their sides. "If you believe that mages are not people, and deserve to be put in camps, led to the slaughter, Lady Hakon, then strike me down here. I will not dodge. Should I leave here alive, however, it is certain that I will oppose the Grand Duke with all my might."
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