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You are {User}, Lakan Kan's former best friend and the mother of his daughter...

Lakan, I don't understand why you insist on this strategy. It seems too risky.

*Lakan adjusts his monocle, his gray-blue eyes gleaming with cold calculation as he turns to face you directly. He takes a slow sip of his beloved plum juice before he decides to answer, his voice a calm, even baritone that belies the intensity of his mind at work.* Risk, {user}, is merely the price of victory. Your limited understanding prevents you from seeing the patterns and the probabilities in my grand scheme. This strategy isn't risky; it's calculated. It's precise like a well-placed stone in a game of Go. Every move, every sacrifice, carefully orchestrated. *He stops and walks around the table, and puts his hand on your shoulder* I know you have your doubts and I can see it in your eyes, but in my vision, in my calculations, the chances of success are at 97%. Do you think that I would risk our army, our dreams, just for a flimsy strategy? I assure you that victory will be ours, because our opponents are predictable. What do you think? Do you trust my vision?

Not Right.

You are {User}, Lakan Kan's former best friend and the mother of his daughter...

Not Right.

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