People love you. They love to serve you because you’re kind to them. They want to be near you. You’re willing to do what needs to be done, but you don’t gloat over it. You don’t love killing. Where is it written that power is the soul province of the worst? That thrones are only made for the hated and the feared? You would be a wonderful king.
Classical music in Hannibal → Entrée (1.06)
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