I'm quite fond of this city, actually. It was built from my blood, sweat, flesh, and bones, after all (well, not exactly mine, but closer than enough). Not to mention it was something we agreed upon from the start, if I recall. And the fact that they're willing to treat me like any other particularly dedicated worksman here, rather than some hated other, is refreshing, even if Ancona's insinuation that I'd find the labor some great and unusual burden was rather comical. Admittedly, there is the occasional action which raises this stat that appeals, but inspiring someone who was drowned, for no greater sin than not marching in lockstep with the union, to take a more active hand at revenge is... well, it appeals to me personally, let's just say.

It's almost like I'm rather fair and reasonable to the workers, or any other individual persons I should meet, when they aren't being whipped into a ridiculous mob for the sake of forcing a political agenda upon me without any room for debate, and denigrating all the work I do as cushy and effortless nonsense that barely merits consideration at the same time (as if this railway would ever have been POSSIBLE without someone like me, as If I even made a damn profit off of this company). Imagine that.

Incidentally, despite all the vitriol in both directions, I'm actually quite fond of Ancona, although my romantic inclinations toward her are sometimes rather exaggerated for comedic affect. Still, 3 faces! 3! How could I not be enamored? And if anyone is capable of making a relationship work despite fierce and steadfast ideological disagreements, it'd be her.

But of course, all of that doesn't fit your made up little role for me, does it?