Let it be recorded plainly: I have conceded Bugoslavia's war rather than watch YAMListan bleed for my chair. Vex wanted my office; the office was never worth our granaries, our workshops, our people. A weaker leader would have defied to the last citizen to save face. I would rather lose the Chair honestly than win a ruin. To Yara and Mirelle, squabbling over who replaces me — govern better than I did, or don't bother running. The Velvet Knife stays sharp either way.