[ Lighter leans back in his chair, the question causing him to fold his arms somewhat tightly over his middle as he sits with it. Vagueness plays on what's visible of his expression, the sort that takes a little practice to come off as noncommittal as it does. ]

Nope, it doesn't. [ What would seem candid has a sort of unforgiving glint to it, as gilt and burnished as the place looming all around them. His sort of perfection was like that, honed in a similar violence of not really getting to choose. His sympathies do stoke, for whatever good it does either of them. ] It's not easy to just reconcile when your life changes in the blink of an eye... having to stare down your own choices without ever wondering what you'd do in a situation like this.

[ Because why would anyone? It pretty fantastical in its execution, so far. As for the expectation... ]

From what I can tell, the game hasn't even started for us yet.