[It is, genuinely, a frankly insane position, so Tanya doesn't fault the skepticism. It's the sort of situation that could only have possibly been brought on by divine intervention, one might even say.

Tanya would prefer to just call it contrived, and the architect of her fate unimaginative. Still, she's not going to get too upset about the fucking casus belli of all things. Not too much, at any rate.]

I'm hopeful. We're a reasonable people ultimately, or so I'd like to think. We'll do what's best for the nation.

[She's happy to let the topic drop, but it's also a bit of a shame in another sense. It's been a while since she's had the chance to talk about this kind of thing properly, ever since she graduated from her brief stint in war college. Tayrey presents a fun conversational partner, the sort who might appreciate Tanya's more spirited tirades about standardizing shipping crates and other such important minutiae than even her former teachers and classmates.]

And, well, if every soldier took the time to complain about their superiors whenever the chance came up, we just might end up with universal peace because no army would get anything done. [She shakes her head.] Thank you for understanding, Lieutenant, but you don't need to hold back on my account. I think you've been fairer than I've had any right to expect, regardless.