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[baetiful]

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[pharmaka]

By the time I was able to play them I was no longer interested, [ Circe says with a laugh.

At first, she hadn't been powerful enough to be a real contender in the jockeying for status within the hierarchy of the gods. Now she is powerful enough, but has thoroughly lost her taste for it. ]

[baetiful]

Such can happen. I imagine the game is only as good as the opponents you play against. And some do not play well with others.

[ It does make him miss Varys a touch. No one within this universe has been able to compete. ]

What happened to make you lose your interest, if you do not mind my asking?

[pharmaka]

[ Circe thinks about how to put this that does not disrupt the game she is currently playing. Or reveal too many of her sore points, which for her this topic is littered with. ]

It is true that I am my father's firstborn child, and his halls hold the court all the rest wish they could attend. But I saw their ugliness too often to be dazzled by their image anymore. It is a farce.

[baetiful]

All of the finest things others envy often are. The same is true of this world as well. But I do think you, coming from your experience, have picked up something invaluable...the ability to see through that farce.

[pharmaka]

It is invaluable only if I wish to interact with it at all, which I do not.

But you do not seem so fooled, either.