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Panel 1: Tahmaseb: "Maida, as a shidafu you'd be a share'older. You'd have a vote!"
Panel 2: Tahmaseb: "You could do so much damage from inside the system." Maida, not looking at all encouraged: "Maybe? I dunno?"
Panel 3: Tahmaseb: "If you ask me, I say you have to do it. But don't ask me. What does your 'eart say? Leaving all other concerns aside?"
Panel 4: Maida, looking up: "Well... Part of me wants to do it, sure. Just for the chance to not count as a fugee for my whole life. That should be worth almost any price. But that's just selfishness."
Panel 5: Maida: "Isn't it?" There is a pause while both of them think.
Panel 6: Tahmaseb: "You know, your teachers are shidafu."
Panel 7: Maida: "What? No they're not. I know most of them aren't actually nuns, but they still count as holy class, don't they?" Tahmaseb: "Maida the shidafu don't just run the government, they're the 'ole civil service. Your teachers will have shidafu training, at least, just like Rivkah does."