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Dooku didn't leave because of the Jedi.
At least, if you're going by George Lucas' word.
In deleted scenes of Attack of the Clones, when we learn about Dooku's departure and his values, there's no mention of the Jedi or "the Jedi Order as an institution".
And every time Lucas refers to Dooku's disenchantment and reason for falling, he doesn't mention the Jedi.
"When you realize that Dooku is Darth Tyranus, it explains what Darth Sidious did after Darth Maul was killed: he seduced a Jedi who had become disenchanted with the Republic. He preyed on that disenchantment and converted him to the dark side, which is also a setup for what happens with Anakin." - Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of Attack of the Clones, 2002
"[Dooku is] one of the few Jedi who became disenchanted with the Republic and left the order and he is leading a separatist movement." - Vanity Fair, 2002
"I wanted a more sophisticated kind of villain. Dookuâs disenchantment with the corruption in the Empire is actually valid. Itâs all valid.  So, Chris plays it as, 'Is he really a villain or is he just someone who is disenchanted and trying to make things right?'" - Starlog Magazine #300, 2002
He probably meant the Republic/Senate in that last one, but you get the point. And you're seeing the pattern, right?
Dooku's problem isn't the Jedi, it's the Republic.
He's become disenchanted with a system that - according to Lucas' prologue in the 2004 book Shatterpoint - worked for 1,000 years...
"For a thousand years, the Old Republic prospered and grew under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the venerable Jedi Knights."
... but has been rendered ineffective because of 1) senators becoming corrupt and 2) corporations gaining political power.
"But as often happens when wealth and power grow beyond all reasonable proportion, an evil fueled by greed arose. The massive organs of commerce mushroomed in power, the Senate became corrupt, and an ambitious named Palpatine was voted Supreme Chancellor."
That's the message Dooku runs on, when he rallies the systems to form the Separatist Alliance.
"By promising an alternative to the corruption and greed that was rotting the Republic from within, Dooku was able to persuade thousands of star systems to secede from the Republic."
The Jedi aren't really a factor in his decision to leave.
Why would they be? Their political status isn't very high, they're virtually powerless, as illustrated by the film's narrative and stated repeatedly by Lucas.
On the contrary, as we already established in this post, Lucas full-on confirmed that Dooku actually carries the sympathies of most of the Jedi. Again:
Most Jedi agree with Dooku, ideologically.
As far as the Jedi are concerned, the politicians are effing up the Republic, and it sucks because the Jedi see this but aren't allowed to interfere in the political process. They have to resort to looking for loopholes in their mandates to actually get stuff done.
That's what that whole "she's a politician" scene is meant to hint at. In the commentary of Attack of the Clones, Lucas uses a similar turn of phrase as he does with Dooku.
"[This scene gives us] a chance to talk a little bit about politics and the Jediâs disenchantment with the political process, due to the corruption and the ineffectiveness of the Senate." - Attack of the Clones, Directorâs Commentary, 2002
Considering all this, it becomes clear that the intended narrative surrounding Dooku's decision to leave the Order is not:
"The Jedi are dogmatic and asleep at the wheel except for Dooku, who is ahead of the curb and sees the system is flawed, so he left."
It's actually:
"ALL Jedi see the system is flawed, Dooku's the only Jedi who decided to take it a step further and leave the Order so he can try to get into politics himself and change things."
That's why they hesitate to accuse him of murder.
That's why in an earlier draft of the Attack of the Clones script, by the end of the second act, Mace STILL has his doubts that Dooku would sign a treaty with the Trade Federation to attack the Republic.
As far as the Jedi are concerned, Dooku is out there fighting the good fight, making noise because whenever they try to protest it falls on deaf ears... until his betrayal on Geonosis.
After all, let's not get it twisted: the Dooku we're introduced to in the films and The Clone Wars, isn't really just Dooku anymore.
He's Darth Tyranus.
A point Lucas makes sure to highlight in his Shatterpoint prologue:
"Unbeknownst to most of his followers, Dooku was himself a Dark Lord of the Sith, acting in collusion with his master, Darth Sidious, who, over the years, had struck an unholy alliance with the greater forces of commerce and their private droid armies."
It's not about doing the selfless thing for Dooku, anymore. He's knowingly part of the problem.
He's all about ambition, now. His personal goals are things like overthrowing Sidious and becoming the most powerful Jedi.
"[Anakin's] ambition and his dialogue here is the same as Dookuâs. He says âI will become more powerful than every Jedi.â And youâll hear later on Dooku will say âI have become more powerful than any Jedi.â [...] It is possible for a Jedi to want to become more powerful, and control things." - Attack of the Clones, Directorâs Commentary, 2002
"If you put two Sith together, they try to get others to join them to get rid of the other Sith. [When revealing the truth to Obi-Wan], Dooku's ambition is really to get rid of Darth Sidious. He's trying to get Obi-Wan's assistance in that and help in that, so that he and Obi-Wan could overthrow Sidious and take over." - Attack of the Clones, Commentary Track 2, 2002
Y'know? Selfish things.
Dooku - like all other Sith, and like the very corporations and Senators he had sworn to destroy - is consumed by his own greed.
#also functionally-speaking Dooku being a Jedi is done to highlight the ambiguity throughout the investigation on whether or not this is#a scorned ex-Jedi or a straight-up bad guy... you're never sure until the end of AOTC. That and Dooku being a former Jedi shows that#even someone who was once selfless and dutiful can crave power and be selfish#which sets up a precedent for Anakin - who's already struggling with being a selfless Jedi - when HE falls to the Dark Side#Dooku being a former Jedi isn't a plot point meant to narratively criticise of the Order... it's meant to hint at Anakin's downfall.#dooku#george lucas#star wars#attack of the clones#long post#collection of quotes
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She-Ra and the Princesses of Power and How it Handled Shadow Weaver
I want to talk about She-ra.Â
She-ra and the Princesses of Power is a 5 season Netflix cartoon that premiered in November of 2018, and finished itâs 5th and final season barely a year and a half later in May of this year. The final season was extremely well received, due to its strong emotional theme, well-explained complex topics, and the resolution and redemption of one of itâs strongest characters, Catra.
But the show did not hit only home runs, especially in regard to the strong narative of abuse that had been built up in previous seasons, and that's what I'm here to talk about today.
Let's talk about how to write abusive characters in fiction, and more specifically, how She-ra failed in regard to some of those characters.
Now before I get father into this, I want to just say that the final season of She-ra was, in my opinion, a fantastic end to a wonderful series. The amount of good that show did far outweighed any gripes I have with the show itself, and I honestly think it's a wonderful piece of media, albeit one with some missed opportunities.
Anyways, back to the topic at hand.
She-ra is a very personal, character-driven show, with a strong emphasis on the cycle of abuse, and breaking free of said cycle. This is most strongly presented with the character of Shadow Weaver, the mother figure to the 2 main characters, Adora and Catra. Shadow Weaver is emotionally abusive to the both of them, but obviously hold Adora in higher regard than Catra, and gaslights and manipulates Adora significantly more, keeping Catra in check through physical and emotional abuse, while manipulating Adora into believing it is her duty to carry the responsibility for the both of them. If Catra is abused, it is Adoraâs fault for not being better.
Thatâs the set up for the characters, and shapes both Catra and Adoraâs actions throughout the series.
In the first season, we see Adora break free from the Horde after realizing that she is on the wrong side of the war, finding friends who she can depend on. Sheâs even shown an example of a healthy, non-abusive relationship in Glimmer and Angella. On the other side of the war, Catra stays with her abuser, Shadow Weaver. This shapes the conflict between Adora and Catra, as well as Catraâs motivations to take over the Horde., being that since Shadow Weaver has always lusted after power, Catra sees taking power as her only way to âbestâ her, while still craving Shadow Weaverâs affection. This leads to Catra verbally and emotionally abusing others, most notably Scorpia.
So many of the most toxic behaviors in both Adora and Catra were learned from Shadow Weaverâs upbringing, and throughout the series, we see them struggle to undo what Shadow Weaver ingrained in them.Â
But what is Shadow Weaverâs motivations for her actions, her abuse? Is she pure evil? Is it a misplaced sense of responsibility? Part of a scheme?
We know a few things about Shadow Weaver. First, she has always lusted over power. Second, she was once a magician at Mystacor, then fled to the horde when her lust of power led to her exile. Third, she has very little sense of loyalty, going wherever she feels she will be safest or in the highest position of power. She fled to the Horde after Mystacor because she knew she could gain power and influence there as Hordakâs second-in-command. She fled to Bright Moon after the Horde threatened to send her to Beast Island because she knew she could gain a foothold there manipulating Adora, and later, Glimmer. Fourth, she holds the emotions of others in very little regard unless it directly benefits her.Â
So hypothetically, someone who has always put herself first, has always lusted after power and has no problem manipulating and abusing people, including children, for her own benefit is put in a situation where the side she is on is at an extreme disadvantage, as it looks near hopeless. Like, say, fighting a galactic emperor with millions of soldier clones.Â
How do you redeem a character when the obvious course of action for that character is to jump ship and save herself?
Before I go into how, I should warn any of the 6 people whoâve watched both She-ra and The Promised Neverland that this next section will include spoilers for the first season of the anime.
Meet Mama Isabella. A selfish, abusive mother figure who manipulates and gaslights all the children under her care, essentially selling the children under her care to demons who kill and eat them. She emotionally abuses Ray, her biological son and the one child who discovers the plot, using him as a spy under constant threat of being âshipped outâ or killed and served to the demons. Ray grows up watching the other kids live peacefully, knowing that his own mother has been sending her adopted children to die, and one day it will be his turn. When some of the other children discover her plot, she breaks one of the childrenâs left leg, verbally taunts the other kids present, and ships out one of the children the next day as a threat to the otherâs planning to escape. Her abuse was so damaging to Ray that he tried, at the age of 12 years old, to commit suicide by setting himself and the childhood home on fire as a distraction, so the other kids can escape. Overall, she is Shadow Weaver to an extreme, abusive both physically and mentally.
And her redemption is the best written redemption of any abusive parent iâve ever read.
Reading that, youâre probably thinking Iâm a psycho, but no. Hereâs the thing about Isabella that makes her such a fantastic villain. She used to be one of the kids at the farm. She used to be like Ray and all the other children. The way the farms work, some of the older female children who get shipped out are allowed to survive, and are put in training to become âmomsâ or caretakers and enforcers at the farms. They essentially raise children to be slaughtered, as they themselves were raised. Itâs horrific, and itâs the only surefire way to survive into adulthood. But the momâs are replaceable. Isabella is under as much threat of death as anyone else, including the kids. She has what is essentially a taser implanted in her chest, thatâll stop her heart if she escapes or rebels. Rayâs very existence as someone who knows the secret of the farms puts Isabella's life at risk. One mistake, one slip up, and her life is forfeit. Essentially, itâs the kids lives or hers.Â
So she justifies shipping the kids off by telling herself she can take such good care of them for their 6-12 years of living that it doesnât even matter that they died. She is such an inherently selfish person, but sheâs understandable. We understand exactly why sheâs doing everything sheâs doing.Â
And then the kids escape, and we realize Isabella is happy for them. We realize in the last few scenes of the first season, that sheâs given up hope on living after they escape. The kids, whether they realized it or not, just traded their motherâs life for their own. They outsmarted her, and thus, Isabella must die at the hand of the farm. Isabella has to accept there are no other options before doing one final act of good to help the children, untying the ropes that show where the children escaped from to throw off the demons, essentially buying the children time.Â
And by this point, from the point of view of the audience, Isabella is redeemed, even though she didnât make any heroic sacrifice, or jump in front of a gun for our heroes. She is redeemed through the small, subtle step of untying the ropes. Though that, we are shown that Isabella isnât resentful or malicious. She doesnât want the children to be caught. She doesnât harbor any hope of them capturing the children and bringing them back to the farm. She doesnât harbor any hope of living, seeing the childrenâs escape and her eventual death as penance for being complicit in so many deaths over the years.Â
 One of the last things we hear her say in the last chapter of the escape arc is this: âI wish I could have just loved them normally.â
And by that point, we understand exactly the kind of person Isabella was, a person who deeply wanted to love, but wanted to survive more, someone who both justified and regretted the things she had done. And that regret, in itself, was her redemption.
Now going back to Shadow Weaver, we notice many of the same traits that made Isabella a good villain are present in Shadow Weaver. Someone who has always put herself first, has always lusted after power and has no problem manipulating and abusing people, including children, for her own benefit. But unlike Isabella, we never understand why Shadow Weaver is doing what sheâs doing, except a general sense that sheâs doing it for power. If power is truly her only motivation, she should not sacrifice herself for others, and if there is truly love for others inside her heart, there needs to be a more present way to explore it.Â
We can tell she hasnât really changed in season five due to her forcing Adora to carry the burden of the failsafe, despite the fact it could kill her. Unlike Isabella, we never feel that Shadow Weaver is being forced to do bad deeds or manipulate from an outside force or even her own bad habits. She has the freedom to be both a redeemed hero or a full-on villain, but she does.. neither.Â
Up until her sacrifice.
I donât like Shadow Weaverâs sacrifice. If you wanted her out of the picture, you couldâve had her 1. try and join Horde Prime and have him kill her, 2. Have he chipped and forced Adora and Catra to contemplate whether to save her or not or 3. Just kill her without a sacrifice to show the horror of Prime. All three would feel in character and fit well within the story, because if there is one thing Shadow Weaver isnât presented as at any point in the story, it's a selfless person.
But instead we get... her sacrifice. First of all, it's confusing. The audience doesnât know whether weâre supposed to feel that Shadow Weaver was redeemed or not. There is a decidedly mixed feeling in her sacrifice, where the show seems to want to be able to pull on our heartstrings, but still knows half the people watching hate this character and another quarter donât care about her.Â
And Adora and Catra also seem conflicted. The one good thing in the scene, at least for me, is that both Shadow Weaver and Catra seem to acknowledge that the sacrifice, it itself, is not selfless. Shadow Weaver is taking the easy way out, going out with a blaze of glory instead of trying to improve herself and atone for her crimes.
I honestly think in previous seasons, or even just in season 5, if Shadow Weaver were to spend more time trying to apologize and made amends to Adora and Catra, or we got some inner monologue or scenes showing how she cares for the children she abused, and feels she made mistakes, then the sacrifice wouldâve worked, at least for me. But Shadow Weaver always felt like an antagonistic force, even in the final season when she was squarely a âgood guyâ. There was no point where it felt like she was sorry for her actions, and nothing that justified them.
I honestly think Shadow Weaver shouldnât have been redeemed. And thatâs what it was, redemption through death. It doesnât work with her characterization in previous seasons, or even season 5, and it felt, for lack of a better word, cheap.
#shera#she ra s5#spop#she ra shadow weaver#sherarant#god please dont castrate me in the comments this is my opinion#i just dont like shadow weaver ok?
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Spicy Joy
In which Solas cooks a surprise.
She misses the spicy spices of the Free Marches.
Her mother, the Hearthkeeper, would often use them in her dishes, since almost everyone in the clan liked their taste and the strong spiciness in the mouth that only those ingredients could create.
Leaves and flowers, little buds and plants, sometimes even squishy beetles â her mom knew everything about those and Scarlet can still taste their flavor under her tongue, feel the heat they created on the roof of her mouth and on her cheeks, all the way down her chest and belly.
The cooks of Skyhold are incredibly skilled at their job and she always gives them her compliments after every meal, but they have to cook and prepare food for an entire fortress and the dishes the servants put on the tables every day are made to satisfy everyone, from her companions to the nobles, from the pilgrims in visit to the ambassadors and soldiers.
There is a great variety of food to choose from and some of it itâs spicy, but not as much as Scarlet would like and itâs a completely different flavor from the one she tasted in her clan. She can feel the herbs and spices used are different, milder, less strong, probably Fereldan, and her heart aches a little bit.
Still, she thinks it would be stupid and disrespectful to request something specifically for herself. The cooks have already too much stuff to think about and ordering special spices from the Free Marches just to satisfy one of her whims â a very childish one â is silly and unworthy of the Inquisitor. She canât let people think she is a selfish, spoiled ruler like those Emperors of Orlais she read so much about.
And she canât ask her mother or Keeper Deshanna to send her what she desires, because she would look like a silly child, a homesick daâlen who canât take care of her needs and would let her clan deprive itself of food to satisfy her, her, someone who lives in a large fortress and has armies and agents at her disposal all over Thedas.
She confides this to Solas only once, on a day when she is most affected by homesickness and nostalgia. They are eating in their quarters, on one of the balconies, because the weather is nice and mild and the wind warm enough to be comfortable.
She sits on Solasâ lap, after he insisted a lot, reassuring her that he could eat perfectly well â âI would eat even better if you were on my legs, vhenan.â â, and the dish on the small table they brought outside reminds her of one her mother would often make.
âItâs not spicy like hers, though.â she chuckles softly, before putting one piece of meat into her mouth. âI miss her spices; they burned your mouth like nothing else and you felt like you could walk through a mountain of snow completely naked without ever feeling cold!â
âThat would be pretty useful.â Solas smiles, kissing her shoulder, and she giggles, nodding.
âI needed something like that when I got lost at Haven.â
He makes a sad sound at that, remembering all too well the moments of panic and fear when they lost track of her after Corypheusâ attack. He nuzzles her neck, but then he notices the way sheâs playing with her food, her eyes cast down, her melancholic smile.
âVhenan?â he calls her, brushing back a lock of red hair from her face. âWhat is wrong?â
She hums, a bit embarrassed, but then she takes a deep breath and replies softly: âI miss my clan. My parentsâ voices and my friendsâ jokes. And I know itâs silly, but I miss the food, too.â
Solasâ heart swells with love and understanding and he moves her head down to his shoulder, murmuring: âOh, no, my love. No, it isnât silly.â
He kisses her nose, then her lips, and he tastes the spices of the food they are eating and wonders what her mother used to prepare. He asks her so, as tactfully as he can, and tries to find out the exact names of the ingredients her clan harvested.
A plan is already forming in his mind and he gains even more courage to accomplish it, because Scarletâs eyes shine brightly as she describes the dishes her mother prepared and their flavor, the herbs she helped her gather, the leaves she and the other hunters would search in the woods to improve the clanâs meals.
He asks her questions, especially about the recipe, but she understands immediately what he wants to do, or so she believes, because she starts to panic and watches him with big, worried eyes.
âSolas, you arenât going to request this food to the cooks, are you?â She tugs at his sweater, exclaiming: âDonât do it, itâs a silly thing! I donât want them to order expensive ingredients from the Free Marches and Rivain, it would be wasted money!â
âIt wouldnât!â he replies, touched by her selflessness, admiring it, because someone else would have ordered all the food, clothes, and gems they could thanks to their power and influence. Scarlet didnât even ask for a bigger bed and kept the still precious, but simple one they put in her quarters the first day, when Skyhold was still unfurnished and rooms waited to be filled.
That wasnât his plan, anyway. Simply request the dishes she so misses to the cooks would have been a small, stupid gift, something not even worthy to be called that. Instead, he plans to personally prepare the spicy food she craves, by heading into the kitchens when no one is there and surprising her with the flavors and scents of her clan.
The problem is, he is scared of failing. He can cook many things, but itâs not hard to cook a rabbit on the fire with just a few herbs here and there or come up with a soup of vegetables and stewed meat. He has never been one for complex, overly rich dishes and even in Arlathan he rarely ate the same food as the others, preferring the flavor-changing berries of the wild woods to the incomprehensible recipes the Evanuris requested from their slaves.
The dish Scarlet misses more than anything else sounded pretty simple, though; she even explained the recipe before thinking he was going to ask the cooks to prepare it and it only requires attention, care, and a few special ingredients. He believes he can do a good job and he has always been a fast learner.
After reassuring her he has no intention of asking the cooks, they finish their meal, then they go back to their duties: letters and documents for Scarlet, books and various studies for Solas. They sit at her desk â âOur desk.â she insists whenever he calls it that â and they help each other with passages and words, sharing opinions and ideas with each other and enjoying each otherâs company and love.
She sees concepts in the words of his books that he can never find by himself: new answers and questions, curiosities and new information, hidden details and clues that prompt the mind to think of more and more things. He feels lucky and blessed to study and research in her presence and he listens to her, to her ideas and reasonings, with starry eyes while she talks and read passages sitting on his lap.
Sometimes, when sheâs sitting on her own chair, he rests his head on the desk, on his folded arms, and watches her and listens to her rapturously, drinking every word, every intake of breath, every smile and focused frown, and cherishes them all in his heart and mind.
And when she complains about the nobles she has to write to, about the letters they sent her and the boring documents, he helps her with all the knowledge at his disposal and they often overcome difficulties together; an old Fereldan dialect that he never heard in the Fade and that she never read before, a curious Orlesian expression they have no idea how to translate in the Common Tongue, mysterious dwarven customs mentioned in a paper without any explanation.
It's a journey and he thinks itâs better than any journey he ever had in the Fade. And his heart bursts with joy when he sees the same happiness and wonder in Scarletâs eyes as they study and read together.
Night soon comes and they ask a servant to bring dinner there, in their quarters; there is still work to do, but most of all they want to relax and spend the evening together, without anyone else, watching the flames dance in the fireplace and cuddling in bed.
While they eat and kiss and joke and laugh, Solasâ plan takes better form in his mind; he memorized all the ingredients and instructions Scarlet mentioned before, but he made sure to write them down while she was busy with some books. He knows exactly what to do, now.
He extinguishes the flames of the candles with a gesture, leaving only the roaring fireplace, then he snuggles with Scarlet under the sheets and heavy blankets and kisses her eyes. One kiss to wish her a good night and one to wish her a good morning. She giggles and kisses his chin and his smile and blush fill his whole face.
âWill you visit me in the Fade?â she asks, like she does every night.
âAlways.â he replies, like he does every night, and they fall asleep like that, safe and warm in each otherâs arms.
 - - - -
 The next day, after having breakfast in the main hall with their friends, Solas heads to the stables.
One of his agents works there, as one of Master Dennetâs assistants: he takes care of the mounts and makes sure Lelianaâs agents have the best ones for their missions and quests across Thedas.
Blackwall is still inside the main building and Master Dennet is talking with one of the merchants of the courtyard, so the stables are empty and he and the agent can talk without problems.
The agent immediately stands up when he sees him coming and waits for instructions; Solas quietly hands him the list of ingredients, the ones the kitchens of Skyhold donât have and Scarlet doesnât want to order, fearing to bother everyone and spend too much.
âThese are⌠spices from the Free Marches and Rivain.â the agent says, quite puzzled. His statement sounds almost like a question. âDo you want me to find these, sir?â
âYes, as soon as possible. It is quite important.â He sees the small smile on the agentâs lips and he frowns, asking a bit dryly: âWhat is it?â
âThis is for Inquisitor Lavellan, right?â the young man asks and now a smile blooms on Solasâ face, too, and he blushes.
âYes.â He looks at the main building of the fortress, where he knows she is currently busy attending to the new refugees and soldiers arrived in Skyhold, strong people that offered their help and services. He can already imagine her taking care of everything with her kindness and professionalism and his heart beats faster.
When he looks back at the agent, heâs snickering, badly hiding it behind a hand. Solasâ blush deepens and he clears his throat, saying curtly: âPlease, try to find them as soon as possible.â
âOf course, sir. I will send you word once I have everything.â
Solas nods, grateful, then he hurries to the stronghold, eager to see Scarletâs smile.
 - - - -
 One week later, the agent gives him the ingredients and Solas can get to work.
He planned everything to the last detail: he will start preparing the food in the late afternoon, when the kitchens are empty and the cooks still havenât raised from their nap. Itâs the perfect time of day, because lunch is over and dinner is still too far away.
Of course, if some noble requests a particular dish or special concoction, a servant will go to the cooks and then he will get caught, but he will make sure they wonât say anything to Scarlet, should that happen.
Heâs going to freeze the door, anyway. That should give him more time to cook in peace.
He chooses a particularly busy day: Scarlet wonât be able to spend the afternoon with him because she promised Cassandra she would train with her. Cole will also participate, because he wants to learn how to make âthe knives talkâ, something she mentioned a few months ago that struck him ever since.
He sees the cooks leave the kitchen for the blissful long hours that separate them from dinner; the main cook, an elderly, chubby human woman with deceptively stern eyes, laughs with a young assistant, pets her beloved cat, and doesnât lock the door, just like Solas expected. Almost all doors are left open in Skyhold and the main one of the kitchens is no exception.
Thankfully, the ingredients are just special, thin spices, nothing too large that would immediately catch everyoneâs attention; he is able to slip into the kitchens without being seen and heard, the precious bag pressed against his chest. Inside, he put the second note he wrote down the day Scarlet told him about her great homesickness: the recipe, explained to the last detail just like she explained it to him.
Grateful for his good memory, he smiles at the list, already imagining her joy, and freezes the handle of the door so that nobody will be able to enter for the time being. Itâs time to begin and he immediately focuses on the task at hand, like he always does when he has to perform something important, especially if itâs related to Scarlet and her happiness. One day, he spent almost two days without sleeping because he absolutely wanted to finish his painting for her before Satinalia.
He looks down at the recipe, licking his lips in deep concentration. The first steps are the easiest: he just has to collect all the ingredients and tools he needs, then proceed with spicing the meat. The following steps are harder, especially for someone like him who never had much experience with cooking, but he reminds himself that this is for Scarlet and that heâs a fast and good learner, so he wonât fail.
But there is already a problem, before he can even truly begin: he has no idea where to find stuff in this kitchen. Itâs not a large room by any means â and that always surprised him, because he has no idea how the cooks can prepare so much food for so many people here -, but there are cabinets and boxes everywhere and he doesnât wish to break or disrupt anything.
But he needs to explore this place if he wishes to continue and finish before the servants get back, so he rolls up the sleeves of his sweater â he put on his old, tattered one to avoid ruining the ones Scarlet sewed for him â and carefully opens every shutter, lifts all the lids, peeks into every box and cabinet until he finds all he needs.
Satisfied, he goes back to the table at the center of the room, only to notice that the cooks have extinguished all the flames in the stoves and ovens. A sensible idea, but he needs fire and the right temperature to cook the meat and let the spicy stew simmer, so he summons his magic and creates a strong flame inside one of the iron stoves, hoping thatâs the right way to do it. He saw there was still wood inside, so it should be all good.
With a content sigh, he finally concentrates on the meat, reading the recipe. He frowns, because he has no idea how to cut it in âthick, but precise slicesâ. He knows what that means, but he has never been good with a knife and he is beyond clumsy when it comes to cutting food. When he cooks for Scarlet and their friends at camp, he either cuts the meat in large, uneven chunks or tosses it like it is into the pot.
He finds the act of tearing away a piece of rabbit or fennec and then biting into it with gusto much more appealing than simply looking for the pieces with a fork, but the first time he cooked like that and said that Varric groaned and rubbed his eyes, muttering something about missing a âhanged manâ, and Dorian looked so unimpressed and disgusted he almost felt mortified.
But then Scarlet laughed and kissed his cheek, saying she liked eating meat in the same way, because Dalish elves rarely cared about cutlery and they liked the way a well-deserved and blessed juicy hare could feel under their teeth. He smiled at her, grateful and reassured, and loved her even more.
He goes back to the present, a smile lingering on his lips, and he does his best to cut the meat as the recipe says. His hand trembles a little as he inexpertly handles the knife and makes a bloody mess all over the table, but in the end, the meat looks good and is ready to be spiced.
He needs to prepare the sauce, then. Honey and a little bit of water â he doesnât know the quantities, though, so he will have to follow his instincts.
He found the honey in the strangest of places â hidden inside a pot on top of a cabinet, probably put there by the cooks to stop people from plunging their fingers into it. He opens the jar and scoops one spoon of the golden substance into a little bowl. He adds water, but he adds too much of it and the sauce is too liquid, leaving him breathless with panic for a moment.
Then he remembers that the solution is easy; he just needs to add more honey, stir well, and the sauce should become dense, thick, ready to be spread over the meat.
Suddenly, he hears a sound and realizes with horror that he didnât lock the second door, the one that leads to the courtyard. He sees a head peeking into the room and he stays still, fingers sticky with honeyed water and the front of his sweater already bloody because of the meat.
He scowls at Seraâs bewildered face and she quickly returns the expression.
But then she gasps, noticing the jar of honey on the table. A question passes in her eyes â probably a âWhere did he find it?â â and Solas knows the cooks have been hiding it from her.
But then her curiosity gets too strong and her next question is for him: âWhat are you doing here, elfy elf?â
Solas swallows a mortified lump of bile and replies coldly, looking back at the syrup in the bowl: âIâm preparing something for Scarlet.â
âLike, a dish that makes you wanna have sex? I know they have those in Antiva.â Sera cackles, gloating as she sees Solasâ red cheeks and tightened jaw.
âNo.â he says, his tone as cold as ice, now. âItâs a gift and Iâd like to be left alone.â
âI can do that.â Sera nods, pursing her lips. She seems to be in deep thought as Solas finishes to stir the syrup and thatâs not a good sign. âIf you give me something in return.â
His head snaps in her direction, faster than lightning, and he glares at her.
âIâm not letting you taste it!â
âEw, as if! I donât wanna get poisoned, I know you canât cook for shit!â
Those words scare him a little â did someone complain, then? Is he that bad at cooking? Will this gift be good? -, but then he remembers who just pronounced them and he sighs, annoyed, and pretends he didnât hear her.
âI wonât tell anyone youâve been here if you give me that.â she insists, pointing at the jar of honey. She grins, drumming her fingers on the door; she is still peeking into the room, not even stepping into it for one second, and Solas follows her impish gaze.
He shouldnât need honey anymore; the recipe mentions it only for the sauce, so there should be no problems in giving it to her and ensuring his surprise wonât be spoiled. The last thing he wants is the entire stronghold knowing what heâs doing, thus ruining Scarletâs gift.
âDo you promise?â he asks, taking the jar, but glaring at Sera without giving it to her. She glares back at him, but she sounds sincere when she answers: âYes, yes, I promise! I didnât see anything and you didnât see me either. Deal?â
He harrumphs and tosses her the jar, which she catches with incredible speed, before cackling and disappearing beyond the now closed door. He hurries to freeze it with a simple spell, then sighs, breathes deeply three times, and goes back to the recipe.
He spreads the sauce and the precious spices over the slices of meat, then takes a pan and fits it above the now roaring stove. He has no idea what the right temperature and times are, though, and he doesnât dare look away to prepare the stew while the meat frizzles on the fire. He bites his lips, hoping itâs still early for the cooks to go back into the kitchens, and decides to watch over the meat before doing anything else.
But then he realizes that it would become inedible, chewy and hard to bite into, if he let too much time pass. Time is essential not just to cook, but also to eat, and he canât possibly leave the cooked meat on a plate while the stew simmers in a pot.
Magic. Magic can help him, even in this case. He will just have to enchant the meat, so that it wonât get hard and cold, and everything will be alright. He chuckles nervously under his breath, forcing his panic down, because it clearly makes him forget about the most basic stuff. His desire to make Scarlet happy is so great that the thought of making a mess sounds like a sin, a terrible offense against her.
Breathing deeply, he puts the slices of meat on the pan, yelping when they frizzle loudly and a bit of oil burns his fingertips. His sweater is more soiled than ever, but he doesnât even see it and keeps going, controlling the meat with extreme precision, careful not to let the spices fall onto the pan.
He read somewhere that meat must not be pierced with forks or knives while cooking, so he moves it around with a spoon, biting his lips and studying the color to see when itâs ready. After a short while, he believes itâs done â Scarlet likes it almost raw, just like he does, so itâs easier for him to know when to stop. Heâs glad he kept an eye on the meat, since the flame was definitely too high and strong and the stove is burning madly.
He delicately places the meat onto the best plate he could find, one that reminds him of Dalish art and motifs, with beautiful flowers and leaves and strong colors, then he casts a preserving spell on it. Itâs time to make the stew and he hurries to take the rest of the spices, oil, butter (the kitchens donât have halla butter like the recipe requires, so he hopes the one he found will be alright), then carrots and sweet onions and celery.
Heâs good at making stew, he thinks, so he feels more comfortable and less anxious when itâs time to add the hare and potatoes. He cooks and takes care of everything until heâs sweatier than he has ever been and his sweater is a disaster, until his hands and brow are dirty and the floor and table are a mess, while the plate of spiced meat lies safe under a protective barrier.
And then, just as heâs about to taste the stew and a little bit of the meat to make sure everything is alright, he hears the bell in the courtyard that rings with the one in the garden of Skyhold: they indicate when the prayers in the chapel are about to begin, but they are also a signal for dinner. More than two hours and a half must have passed, then.
Solas starts to panic. Soon the cooks and servants will come back and they will try to open the door, and once they realize they canât, they will call someone to push it open, believing it stuck, and they will find him here, sweaty, stinking, surrounded by a mess. And then his surprise will be ruined and he wonât be able to create the right mood in his and Scarletâs quarters.
He swallows something that feels like tears, then he hastily pours the stew into a large bowl, casts a protective and preserving spell on it, too, and places the bowl and the dish with the meat on a wooden tray. He adds another plate for himself, cutlery, and two glasses; finally, he covers everything with a cloth, so that nobody will see the food and understand what he did.
The surprise is ready, but he looks terrible and if Scarlet has already left the courtyard after hearing the bell, then heâs done for.
âI must hurry.â he murmurs, forcing himself to think clearly, without panicking. He is usually good at being invisible, since the nobles and guests pay him no mind and the servants and the people of Skyhold tend to speak to him only when necessary. He hopes his weird appearance wonât catch their attention, but he is aware of the fact that people know him as a sort of unwashed hobo â he grunts as he thinks about that -, so he hopes they will think nothing of it, should they notice him.
He just has to cross the hall and reach their quarters. Itâs easy, he just has to look ahead, back straight, and carry the precious tray up to the highest part of the tower. Then he has to set the table, undress and wash himself quickly, and ask for Scarlet.
âItâs easy.â he tells himself, taking the tray and approaching the frozen door. âNobody is going to notice you. Itâs going to work.â
Yet he feels like this is the hardest plan he ever devised and his heart beats too fast in his chest, choking the air in his lungs and throat.
He gingerly unfreezes the handle of the door, then opens it and peeks into the long corridor: nobody is there, but he can feel and hear the steps of people above, their voices and laughter, the ceiling rumbling with activity. He takes a deep breath and approaches the stairs, carrying the tray as if it is a little child. The wood is warm and the smell of food is good; he feels reassured, more confident, and he smiles, already looking forward to Scarletâs joy.
He reaches the top of the stairs and opens the door that leads into the main hall; itâs full of people as usual and he sees servants moving around, getting ready to go back to the kitchens or take care of the guestsâ rooms. He nervously looks around, trying to be as nondescript as possible, the quietest creature in Skyhold: Scarlet is nowhere to be seen and he sighs relieved.
He slowly heads towards the door to the quarters, the tray pleasantly heavy in his hands. He doesnât see anyone watching him and nobody calls him or starts to whisper as he passes along the nobles, servants, and guests. Everyone is busy with their own things and no one pays attention to the soiled elven apostate.
He enters Scarletâs quarters â âOur quarters!â her voice says in his head â without problems and he lets out a relieved, happy sigh, walking up the stairs with renewed strength, a huge smile on his lips. He can already see her joy, imagine the warmth that will spread in her heart, her homesickness less strong, less painful. If he can do anything to make her feel better, he will do it, no matter what it is.
He places the tray on the small table near the couch, then drags it at the center of the room and puts two chairs near it. He removes the cloth from the tray and starts to set the table, cursing himself when he notices he forgot the water in his haste. Looking around, he finds some unopened bottles of wine that people constantly give to Scarlet as a gift, but he knows she doesnât like drinking much and he has no idea whether that wine would be a fine match for the food she so loves and misses.
He keeps searching for a bottle of water, whining softly, aware of his terrible clothes, of his dirty hands and face; he finds none, so he just takes a bottle of wine, opens it and pours its content out of the balcony that watches over the mountains. The blinding snow becomes a deep red as he keeps pouring the last drops of wine, then he uses a water spell to fill the bottle again, the same trick he uses to fill the bathtub whenever he and Scarlet want to take a hot, relaxing bath before going to sleep.
The table still looks empty, though, not romantic at all. Scratching his chin â and leaving a long line of grease on it -, he thinks of any possible decoration he might add, then he smiles and runs to the desk, near which Scarlet put a vase of flowers. He takes only four, not wanting to ruin her composition, then he finds a small vase he uses to keep his charcoal pencils and brushes in neat order, pours them all out, hides them on the desk under a pile of documents, and fills it with the flowers. He also summons tiny orbs of warm light and makes them float in the air, like precious specks of gold.
Now that the table is complete, he must take care of himself. Scarlet will soon be on her way here, so he must act quickly: filling the bathtub with hot water isnât a problem, thanks to his magic, and he finds immediately the perfumed soap she loves so much and the new sweater and pants she sewed for him.
He scrubs his skin and is grateful for his lack of hair which saves him a lot of time; he just has to clean his body, reach every corner of it, eliminate all kinds of grease, oil, blood and spice from his fingers and face and wear those beautiful, warm clothes that Scarlet made for him.
Once he has done everything, he stands ready and clean near the table, fixing the last details, smiling happily and even humming a soft tune, waiting for her to enter the room, walk up the stairs, and discover the surprise.
He almost jumps when he hears the door open. He fixes the collar of his sweater, then studies the table and the food one last time, wondering if some candles would have looked good even if itâs still day outside. He hears Scarletâs voice and then Josephineâs, the latter sounding rather worried and impatient.
âPlease, Inquisitor, itâs extremely important! This Bann is closely tied to the crown, so we must present ourselves at our best.â
âOf course, Josephine. Wait for me in the main hall with him, Iâll join you shortly.â
Solasâ heart leaps into his throat and he stares at the stairs with sad puppy eyes. Wonât she eat here, then?
He hears her close the door, then walk up the stairs. He fidgets near the table, suddenly shy, and waits for her to appear. He catches a glimpse of her face before she turns to him: a bit tired and worried, eyes cast down in deep thought, hair falling near her gentle face.
But then, as soon as she sees him, she looks surprised, then joyful and a huge smile illuminates her eyes, her face, the whole room. The tiredness is gone, only love and happiness remain. He smiles back at her, straightening more his back, still fidgeting.
âSolas!â She sees the table and it takes her only a moment to recognize the food: her eyes widen and she brings a hand to her mouth, gasping.
âDonât worry, I made it myself! I didnât ask the cooks.â he hurries to say and a bit of pride slips into his tone. âI⌠ah, only asked someone to look for the spices.â
Scarlet lowers her hand, then she slowly walks over to him, her eyes never leaving his. He thinks he sees tears in them and starts panicking, but before he can say or do anything, he is pulled into a deep kiss that steals his breath away.
âWait here.â she whispers, breaking the kiss for a moment before quickly pecking his lips again and rushing down the stairs. Solas stands still, cheeks red, and distantly hears her call out for Josephine. He doesnât know how much time passes, as heâs still thinking about the kiss and the light in Scarletâs eyes, but before he knows it, sheâs back in the room with him and they are kissing again.
âSolas.â She keeps repeating his name with every kiss she presses on his face. âSolas, Solas, vhenanâŚâ
âI hope you will like it, IâŚâ He suddenly grows anxious and worried and he eyes the food with concern. âI⌠I didnât have the time to taste it.â
âIâm sure it will be wonderful.â she says, squishing his cheeks between her warm hands and he smiles at her, his eyes full of the same joy and love her eyes have. She grins at him and laughs, taking his hand and pulling him towards the table.
âCome on, letâs eat! I told Josephine that I canât possibly join that Bann at dinner today.â
âAnd what is the excuse you came up with?â he chuckles, moving her chair to let her sit.
âNo excuse. I just told her I wanted to eat with you. She will come up with something that the Bann will definitely have to believe.â She sticks out her tongue. âIâm the Inquisitor, after all. One of the perks of the job.â
He laughs with her, leaning down to kiss her again, then he sits next to her, happy to see that the food has been preserved perfectly and itâs still hot and soft, as if just taken out of the pan.
âOh, Solas!â she sighs, looking at the meat and stew with starry eyes. âThis looks so good! And the smell! Itâs exactly the same, I canât believe it!â
She smiles at him, bouncing on her seat, and asks: âDid you really cook it all by yourself? You remembered the recipe? All the ingredients?â
âYes. I wrote them down.â He smiles shyly, his ears turning red. Heâs flustered, timid, and proud at the same time, but when Scarlet giggles and kisses his cheek, saying sheâs proud of him, his smile grows more timid and happy and he lets out his snorting chuckle.
Scarlet takes her fork and knife and cuts the first piece of meat, complimenting the look of it and the smell. She looks enthusiastic and there is child-like wonder on her face as she takes the first bite. Solas does the same, eager and curious to see how he fared in the kitchens.
At first, he tastes only the meat: juicy and tasty, the honey syrup adding a certain richness to it. Then, his tongue is suddenly on fire and the flames seem to spread all over his mouth. He coughs and wheezes, reaching out for the water, and he already knows his face must be completely red.
His sight is blurred by the tears, but heâs able to glimpse Scarlet through them⌠and heâs shocked to see she is eating the meat and stew with gusto, munching and moaning happily as she chews without problems, without even sipping a bit of water. Itâs like she canât feel the spiciness at all.
âItâs delicious! Oh, Solas, itâs just like my Mamae makes it! Itâs so spicy and good!â She beams at the food on her plate and he manages to crack a smile, even if his throat is melting away and he can barely breathe. He discreetly coughs some more, then drinks again, trying to regain speech.
âVhenan, is everything alright?â she asks, worried, and he hurries to reassure her with another smile, hoping his eyes arenât watering anymore and his face isnât too much red.
âYes, vhenan. I just⌠I wasnât expecting it to be this spicy.â
âMy father likes it even spicier.â she chuckles and he blinks, trying to imagine such a flavor, but failing to do so. Even picturing that taste in his mouth makes his throat clench involuntarily.
Still, Scarlet looks absolutely overjoyed and she never stops smiling; she keeps complimenting the food and thanking him and Solas slowly starts to forget about his own portion to simply watch her, a smile on his face, looking at every detail of her face, every change of expression, listening to every word and putting it all inside his heart and mind.
She notices him, of course, and blushes and babbles until he laughs and looks back at his plate; he is able to eat part of his food, but itâs way too much for him, so he offers the rest to Scarlet, who gladly accepts, finding memories of her clan and family in every bite.
Later, as they cuddle in bed, nuzzling each otherâs nose and cheeks, she says softly: âThank you, Solas. That was a marvelous gift.â She smiles at him, tapping his nose. âI didnât know you could cook that well!â
âI didnât know it either.â he chuckles. He swallows and pulls her further into his arms, pressing his lips on her cheek. âIâm glad you liked it, vhenan.â
Heâs ready to go back to the kitchens every day if it means seeing her so happy and carefree. He remembers with a slight jolt that he didnât clean the stove and table before leaving, but the cooks and servants are probably doing it themselves right now. He will ask Cole what they might like and send them an anonymous gift to apologize.
He tells Scarlet so and she kisses him, that same pride from before shining in her eyes. She strokes his cheek, looking at him with wonder and admiration, and he smiles shyly again. Her lips taste so good, like the spices, but milder, like embers and flowers and not fire.
âAr lath, ma vhenan.â she says and he presses his forehead against hers, his smile growing alongside hers.
âI love you, too, vhenan.â
Long minutes of relaxed, comfortable silence follow, then he timidly asks:
âWhat is your second favorite food?â
#dragon age#da:i#solas#scarlet lavellan#solavellan#lafaiette's fic#FLUFF#also the idea of solas cooking is UNF#SO GOOD#my domestic dorks#being adorable together#;_;
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#also functionally-speaking Dooku being a Jedi is done to highlight the ambiguity throughout the investigation on whether or not this is#a scorned ex-Jedi or a straight-up bad guy... you're never sure until the end of AOTC. That and Dooku being a former Jedi shows that#even someone who was once selfless and dutiful can crave power and be selfish#which sets up a precedent for Anakin - who's already struggling with being a selfless Jedi - when HE falls to the Dark Side#Dooku being a former Jedi isn't a plot point meant to narratively criticise of the Order... it's meant to hint at Anakin's downfall.
Dooku didn't leave because of the Jedi.
At least, if you're going by George Lucas' word.
In deleted scenes of Attack of the Clones, when we learn about Dooku's departure and his values, there's no mention of the Jedi or "the Jedi Order as an institution".
And every time Lucas refers to Dooku's disenchantment and reason for falling, he doesn't mention the Jedi.
"When you realize that Dooku is Darth Tyranus, it explains what Darth Sidious did after Darth Maul was killed: he seduced a Jedi who had become disenchanted with the Republic. He preyed on that disenchantment and converted him to the dark side, which is also a setup for what happens with Anakin." - Mythmaking: Behind the Scenes of Attack of the Clones, 2002
"[Dooku is] one of the few Jedi who became disenchanted with the Republic and left the order and he is leading a separatist movement." - Vanity Fair, 2002
"I wanted a more sophisticated kind of villain. Dookuâs disenchantment with the corruption in the Empire is actually valid. Itâs all valid.  So, Chris plays it as, 'Is he really a villain or is he just someone who is disenchanted and trying to make things right?'" - Starlog Magazine #300, 2002
He probably meant the Republic/Senate in that last one, but you get the point. And you're seeing the pattern, right?
Dooku's problem isn't the Jedi, it's the Republic.
He's become disenchanted with a system that - according to Lucas' prologue in the 2004 book Shatterpoint - worked for 1,000 years...
"For a thousand years, the Old Republic prospered and grew under the wise rule of the Senate and the protection of the venerable Jedi Knights."
... but has been rendered ineffective because of 1) senators becoming corrupt and 2) corporations gaining political power.
"But as often happens when wealth and power grow beyond all reasonable proportion, an evil fueled by greed arose. The massive organs of commerce mushroomed in power, the Senate became corrupt, and an ambitious named Palpatine was voted Supreme Chancellor."
That's the message Dooku runs on, when he rallies the systems to form the Separatist Alliance.
"By promising an alternative to the corruption and greed that was rotting the Republic from within, Dooku was able to persuade thousands of star systems to secede from the Republic."
The Jedi aren't really a factor in his decision to leave.
Why would they be? Their political status isn't very high, they're virtually powerless, as illustrated by the film's narrative and stated repeatedly by Lucas.
On the contrary, as we already established in this post, Lucas full-on confirmed that Dooku actually carries the sympathies of most of the Jedi. Again:
Most Jedi agree with Dooku, ideologically.
As far as the Jedi are concerned, the politicians are effing up the Republic, and it sucks because the Jedi see this but aren't allowed to interfere in the political process. They have to resort to looking for loopholes in their mandates to actually get stuff done.
That's what that whole "she's a politician" scene is meant to hint at. In the commentary of Attack of the Clones, Lucas uses a similar turn of phrase as he does with Dooku.
"[This scene gives us] a chance to talk a little bit about politics and the Jediâs disenchantment with the political process, due to the corruption and the ineffectiveness of the Senate." - Attack of the Clones, Directorâs Commentary, 2002
Considering all this, it becomes clear that the intended narrative surrounding Dooku's decision to leave the Order is not:
"The Jedi are dogmatic and asleep at the wheel except for Dooku, who is ahead of the curb and sees the system is flawed, so he left."
It's actually:
"ALL Jedi see the system is flawed, Dooku's the only Jedi who decided to take it a step further and leave the Order so he can try to get into politics himself and change things."
That's why they hesitate to accuse him of murder.
That's why in an earlier draft of the Attack of the Clones script, by the end of the second act, Mace STILL has his doubts that Dooku would sign a treaty with the Trade Federation to attack the Republic.
As far as the Jedi are concerned, Dooku is out there fighting the good fight, making noise because whenever they try to protest it falls on deaf ears... until his betrayal on Geonosis.
After all, let's not get it twisted: the Dooku we're introduced to in the films and The Clone Wars, isn't really just Dooku anymore.
He's Darth Tyranus.
A point Lucas makes sure to highlight in his Shatterpoint prologue:
"Unbeknownst to most of his followers, Dooku was himself a Dark Lord of the Sith, acting in collusion with his master, Darth Sidious, who, over the years, had struck an unholy alliance with the greater forces of commerce and their private droid armies."
It's not about doing the selfless thing for Dooku, anymore. He's knowingly part of the problem.
He's all about ambition, now. His personal goals are things like overthrowing Sidious and becoming the most powerful Jedi.
"[Anakin's] ambition and his dialogue here is the same as Dookuâs. He says âI will become more powerful than every Jedi.â And youâll hear later on Dooku will say âI have become more powerful than any Jedi.â [...] It is possible for a Jedi to want to become more powerful, and control things." - Attack of the Clones, Directorâs Commentary, 2002
"If you put two Sith together, they try to get others to join them to get rid of the other Sith. [When revealing the truth to Obi-Wan], Dooku's ambition is really to get rid of Darth Sidious. He's trying to get Obi-Wan's assistance in that and help in that, so that he and Obi-Wan could overthrow Sidious and take over." - Attack of the Clones, Commentary Track 2, 2002
Y'know? Selfish things.
Dooku - like all other Sith, and like the very corporations and Senators he had sworn to destroy - is consumed by his own greed.
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