Heena let out a long, exhausted breath. She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose, her phantom glasses practically manifesting from the sheer stress of having to explain basic narrative pacing to an AI.
"System," Heena said, her voice dropping into the cold, calculated tone of someone analyzing a complex logic puzzle. "This entire world is heavily infested with people exactly like him. Corrupt ministers, abusive husbands, warmongering generals... they are everywhere. Should I really go out of my way to wage a bloody war against every single one of them?"
[Well... yes!] the System argued stubbornly. [He is evil!]
"I do not have the time," Heena stated bluntly, crushing the AI's heroic fantasy in a single sentence.
She leaned forward, her fox-like eyes completely pragmatic. She wasn't acting on emotion; she was acting on pure, structural logic.
