If mere repetition rendered something true, Fitz, then life would be a helluva lot simpler.

[ but it doesn't. and it's not. and what she says is merely true in and of itself (as far as she's concerned) no matter who else is going around saying it. good on whoever it is, though, for also bringing it to his attention.

-- she turns her head, as though scoping the remaining crowd, and sighs. the shape of this conversation seems to have reminded her of something (someone) else. ]

Speaking of life being anything but simple -- I should hoof it back to cell thirteen before my Florence Nightingale decides I'm due another scolding.