Nero: The presidents have little to say about her specifically, other than heartfelt thanks for her part in restoring the singularity that endangered their glorious nation.(You have them beguiled with your flippant theatrics, Whore of Babylon. But Boudica told me everything. I know what you really are. And I’m watching, waiting for you to slip up)
Thomas Edison: The presidents are glad to see he’s still putting their Mystic Code to good use, or whatever it is that’s going on with him.(Ah, another soul mutilated by the legacy of the democratic emperors, turned into a monument to their sins… Though in your case, it seems like you did a lot of that work for them. I’ve nothing more to say to you that hasn’t already been said, I’m sure.)
Geronimo: The presidents can only hope, one day, he forgives them for what they’ve done.(And I can only hope, one day, you can forgive ME for what I’ve become, young one…)
Rider of Resistance: The presidents are under very strict protocols to prevent any face to face interaction with the Rider of the Agartha pseudo-singularity, and even stricter protocols to obfuscate his True Name. Chaldea staff is tight-lipped as to why, but its possible they would get so excited to meet one another they would explode.(You can’t hide him forever.)
Quetzalcoatl: The presidents seem to have no strong opinions about this random servant, but TR seems eager to take up her offers to wrestle.(I admit, I was quite excited when I heard you were here. Then I saw you. A nation crosses the seas into the territory of your worshipers, butchers them, plagues them, assimilates them into their own culture through brainwashing and rape. And here, now, you glorify them. You speak their tongue, dance their dances. I suppose you would say you are celebrating what your people live on as, rather than mourning what they used to be. And perhaps, even, there is wisdom to that. But it is not a path open to me.)
Paul Bunyan: The presidents regard this anomaly with bemusement, and GW likes to swap lumberjacking tips.(…How queer. I actually feel some sort of kinship with you? It’s probably best for both of us I don’t dwell on that. You keep doing what you’re doing.)
Themselves: ...(The worst kind of people. Monsters glorified by the annals of history. Hypocrites. Slave owners by the hundreds. ‘The only good Indian is a dead Indian’. When I look into a mirror, and see these… these detestable, unforgivable THINGS whose countenances I must wear, I confess, I’m tempted to lose my composure. Just ravage everything in sight until the disgust wears off.)
(…But not quite so with the tall one. When I see his face as my own, my feelings are more complicated that nausea and rage. He never owned slaves, never hunted for sport… I’m not so naïve to forget the 38 native lives he signed off the execution of… but I’m not so blind as to ignore the hundred of others he pardoned. I look at him, at myself, and I don’t know how to feel, and that frustrates me.)
(Sometimes, Master, I think that perhaps everyone’s complicated. I look around here, I see evildoers at their best, heroes at their worst. Sometimes I think that good and evil aren’t really labels you can meaningfully attach to any one person or creed or nation. Sometimes I think back to when I was just a mountain, unmarred, carved by nobody but the Great Spirit, back when the world was a lot less complicated…)
(But the moment always passes.)