It's hard to put a leash on a dog once you've put a crown on its head.

Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but they refuse. They cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.

— When you imagine yourself up there, how do you look? Does the crown fit? Do all the lords and ladies simper and bow, the ones who sneered at you for years?
— It's hard for them to simper and bow without heads.
— A man with great ambition and no morals — I wouldn't bet against you.

And I read about these women trying to have it all, and I thank God... our little Harmonica doesn't seem to have that problem.