It seems criminal that the essence of what one is and how one should think could be determined by a societal devotion to a meme, a belief, and a cause. Let’s say the meme is the Amarr conviction that the Divine and the Empress are one and the same; that the belief is that an all-powerful God has chosen Amarr to rule all things; and that the cause is the holy crusade to convert all of humanity to this faith. Now imagine that Empress Jamyl is the embodiment of all these things and that this figure is loved not so much for her divinity—though there are plenty who believe such rubbish—but for the idea of what she stands for: a savior born to lead an underachieving nation fractured by a human, and thus imperfect, royal caste. The sheer power of the public’s devotion to this myth has aligned billions of people under one banner. Would it not crush their hearts to learn that she admits the burden is too great for her to bear, that she knows she cannot possibly live up to the expectation of such blind adoration, and that she is wise enough to accept that doing good must sometimes come at the cost of doing great evil.
