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There is a maimed prince with a whole VERITABLE STACK of books, note pads, and a couple of scrolls with him on the table. There is also a slender case on the table, which holds a flute inside. He has gone through two parts of ginseng tea and thus, remains both busy and rather energizeed.

Zuko has been busy, it seems, and he has not had and entrance post in some time, so here he is -- please, come and ask about the several projects that keep the prince from going insane while he waits for the door to appear.

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"Hrmph," Zuko says. "I told you I was a dilligent student," The young prince says. And he is! He is totally dilligent!

"So you did," Wells says. "Glad to see it borne out. 's been a long time since I had a student who could be arsed to pay attention without someone threatening them."

"Tsh. It's merely that threats need not even be implied; we are raised knowing that our masters will take us to task if we don't prove attentive!" Zuko replies with a smirk.

"I hear it used to be that way, back in the days of the British Empire," Wells says a bit wistfully. "The schoolteachers made damned sure the lads were used to obedience by the time they came old enough to sign up for soldiering. Made the trainers' lives a lot easier."

"We never stopped," Zuko notes dryly. "But I am well trained to obedience and respect -- perhaps even more so then a prince should be."

But then, he has had very good teachers.

"Your empire's a bit different, I think," Wells says. "One day I'll have to show you the history of ours, once you've come far enough along with English. Might turn out you could learn from our mistakes."

The young prince seems to consider that, and says, "We have already destroyed one of the four peoples, and half of a second. I don't think we can learn from anyone's mistakes if we don't know better already."

Blink. Blink.

"I wasn't talking about the actual process of conquest," Wells says after a bit; genocide really wasn't high on England's list of priorities that he knows of, historically speaking. "More, ah... holding onto it once you'd got it. People take it into their heads to rebel at the oddest times... destroyed? What, entirely?"

"Wiped them out, utterly. The Avatar was to be born to the Air Nomads," he explains. "So, the best way to keep the world powerless, was to kill the next group that would have him... and so they did. In less then twenty years, there was not an Airbender left."

Except one. Asleep in ice, far away.

"... fuckin' hell," says Wells eventually.

Because honestly... genocide?

Genocide. "The Water Tribe was next; the Southern Tribe was easily smashed, but the Northern held our people off for that entire time -- we hadn't been back in 80 years... We focused on the Earth Kingdom, instead, the last fifty year. They are the largest, after all."

Wells exhales, nodding. "Sounds like you know how to go about arranging a conquest, at least," he says neutrally.

"Father expects to conquer the great earth capitol Ba Sing Sei this year. I am-- sure of his failure. The world won't bend knee to him. He'll have it in ashes, though, if he cannot hold it."

Yes, the Fire Nation knows ALL about conquest.

"Ah, one of those," Wells says. "If I can't have it, no one will, eh? Must be a great hit with- never mind."

It's just occurred to him that:

a) when you are a genocidal tyrant you generally don't need to rely on your sparkling personality to be popular with the ladies, and
b) Zuko does not strike him as the sort to take 'a great hit with your mother' very well.

"Can't imagine he's got a lot of neighbours left, at the rate you describe him," he mutters instead.

"Oh, a legion of bloodthirsty sycophants who treat our own troops like chattle, my darling sister who is his pride and joy..."

If the bitterness got anymore acidic, it would sizzle past his lips and burn holes in the table.

"But we hold a great deal of Earth Kingdom land, and have made sure the Southern tribe is no threat. Just this last ten years our campaign left them in abject ruin. Rumor has it all their men -- well, those that were left -- went to join the Earth Kingdom fight."

The venom speaks well for the young man in Wells' book. He nods once, curtly. "Tell me something," he says at last. "What started your people on this campaign, anyway? One particular ruler, or some such? It's not often that you get someone who sets out to conquer the whole bloody world and actually has the balls to see it through this far."

"A hundred years previous," Zuko explains, "my great-grandfather, Fird Lord Sozen, unified the Fire Nation; a comet was seen, and the Avatar had not appeared. So he announced that this was a sign, that since our people had been the last to have an Avatar, since the comet trailed fire in the sky... that we were destined to be the superior element, that all should bow to our rule."

"I see," says Wells. "I suppose an omen's as good as any reason, if you've got the actual might to back you up. God knows there've been wars started on less provocation in the past."

There's a pause.

"Ought I to ask what you think of all this, or am I tap-dancing on a land mine already?"

"What I think doesn't matter," Zuko says with bleak finality. "I am an exile, with claim to no land."

"I wasn't askin' whether it mattered or not," Wells says tartly. "A man can have an opinion of the Queen whether she knows he exists or not. I was wondering what you thought of this, that's all."

"I think my Father is a fool," Zuko says simply. "And that the world will never bend knee to him."

"Hnh."

He reaches for his tea.

"Just might be hope for you after all."

Zuko snorts, hot air accompanying.

"Hrmpgh. Zhao said that years at sea had hardly taught me to temper my tongue. I think he would have been most pelased with my display of control there," hee says, and takes up his own cup of tea.

"I wasn't talkin' about your tone, I was talkin' about what you said," Wells shoots back. "No offense, mate, but in several thousand years of my world's history there's never yet been a successful world conqueror no matter how hard anyone's tried. Something out of their control always gets 'em in the end- I'm not talking about any Avatar here, we don't have that kind of shit in my world. I'm talking little things no one saw coming. A fever in Babylon, an invasion in winter, exiling the crown prince, going off on a side tear about racial purity... the world never bends, not entirely, and there's always one last bit that slips in the chinks in the conqueror's armour and sends him sprawling. Best to do right by your own people, where you can."

Zuko frowns a little, and then says, "I know what you meant -- and I heed yuor words about history. But -- merely, it was my tongue that got me exiled in the first place. Some of the very words you laud."

He shrugs, and then says, "I -- " He pauses, and then shakes it off. "Never mind it, Sergent. Merely old thoughts."