"Yes!" The Duchess laughs, her hand patting your head one more time. It is like an iron spike driven into your skull. "You understand, at last, some part of my children's role. I am pleased indeed. Tell me, Renxiang, you have seen my truth, you have seen my outer self. The Tyrant Progress, the Builder and Breaker of Thrones."
These titles reverberate in the air, far more than simple sounds.
"Do you remember darling, what word it is I bear at my center?"
You are not a child any longer, the memories of that day are still pain, renewed by the glimpse you were again given at the heart of her power. You see the outer words. Progress, Renewal, Truth. You shudder as you find the last and most true. It is light and fire, rage and yearning. It falls from your lips and the room quakes with the reality of it.
REVOLUTION