[ Akua does not know Douman, she cannot infer that perhaps it is deeper than that, but she knows that it sounds... small, the way he says it. Akua cannot imagine living a life of only betterment. That only improvement of the self was the goal.

Sure, it came part and parcel with goals -- and her people even had sayings about how to improve -- however...

It's the scope of it all, she supposed.

So she smiled, placid. ]

Bettering yourself spites the stars? [ She asked, with a soft laugh. ] I would think challenging what they have determined from on high would do so.

[ A beat, and then: ] Unless you are faited to fail?