I want you to play... I want you to play cause you're a favorite. Never mind that you're a game piece. You are a favorite game piece. What matters is how I move you, not how you're moved by what I do.
Approve of being moved or not; I gave the deepest inconsideration to how my actions would effect you and the other favorites. When the clouds gather and the sky darkens, a great deluge of my consuming self adoration washes over everything. Even the suffering of those losing another.
And it is with deepest regret that you misunderstand my conceit and humble disregard for those who's live's I touch with a smile. I think to myself... "What a beautiful pawn".