Hm.
I feel affection for the convoluted laws; I love to read them and find the forgotten and overlooked ones and notice where they touch each other by accident and combine them all into legal arguments which I should never ever force an Arbiter to rule on. My journals are full of novel legal theories which will never see the light of day.
I enjoy my talks with Lord Ornelos; there is no such wizard in mainland Cheliax: the Thrunes have invented a new breed of wizard, one much less interesting to speak with. The culture in Korvosa agrees with me: They're Lawful because they prefer to be, and the Law takes care to keep them that way. They're Evil, but not beyond all reason and at the price of other interests. In Egorian, people are Evil to prove that they're Evil. Rotate this in your mind: they use wanton destructive cruelty as a costly signal of their dependability.
You'd think it blasphemy against Asmodeus. What morally Neutral man on the fence could see Egorian and take seriously our claim that to do Evil is a selfish advantage? But Asmodeus is Evil, and cares less whether we play well than whether we play to His advantage. Aroden said He would build Axis on Golarion, and Asmodeus said He'd build Hell, and while these great works progress, I appreciate that there's a place for me at their far periphery where... I can enjoy plotting petty revenge on a Caydenite gutter rat because my options have been constrained enough to make even that fun, but not so much constrained as to make it unbearably frustrating.
...And beyond those answers, Field Marshall, which serve my image and which you may have expected from me... I imagine that Korvosa means many of the same things to me that it does to you.
I love the crumbling conjured walls. I love the white sails of ships in the bay. I've come to tolerate the weather - I am human, Cressida.