[ She puts the spoon back in the soup and folds her hands in her lap. They're unseen to anyone else, fingers twisting and knotting together. ]
My father... sought power. To be up there among the politicians. And to do it, he was willing to trample and abuse the food workers and anyone below him. He was willing to make a pawn out of anyone and he was willing to borrow help from less savory sources in order to get rid of his competition or anyone who spoke poorly of him and his methods.
Of course, those sources didn't wish to have this information regarding them leaked, so they had already taken steps to remove him from the picture when he came forward to speak of it. So he was... killed, in a manner that could be traced to no one. You could call it a... "mental shutdown".
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[ She puts the spoon back in the soup and folds her hands in her lap. They're unseen to anyone else, fingers twisting and knotting together. ]
My father... sought power. To be up there among the politicians. And to do it, he was willing to trample and abuse the food workers and anyone below him. He was willing to make a pawn out of anyone and he was willing to borrow help from less savory sources in order to get rid of his competition or anyone who spoke poorly of him and his methods.
Of course, those sources didn't wish to have this information regarding them leaked, so they had already taken steps to remove him from the picture when he came forward to speak of it. So he was... killed, in a manner that could be traced to no one. You could call it a... "mental shutdown".