"I was 20 when my father was killed, suddenly king and commander of this huge, well-trained army. And then Athens and Thebes and the others revolted, so off we went. They said, 'No, Alexander, be diplomatic, use your words', but I thought, fuck that. And they called me 'Hegemon', like my father before me." He shook his head a bit, clearing away the memories. "Memory lane, hmm? And no, maybe not, but I went into the world partly to upstage my father, so I don't think I can really judge," he added.
"That sounds like a good idea, and they really, really, do," he agreed. "You can't have an army without men, no matter how smart or expensive your weapons are." He grinned too. "Good! I hate wandering around and ending up halfway across a building from where I'm supposed to be."
"I don't even want a penthouse, just a place for me and some things that doesn't look out over an alley. I'll just have to keep looking, I guess. There has to be something."