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[aetherweaver]

[There's a vaguely British-sounding voice emitting from the journals, and those who recognize Nara'a will note it's not his usual calm tone.]

Would anyone, anyone like to explain what in the hells just happened? 'Oh, the town or the spaceship or the book closing sound?' All of it.

[He takes a breath, lets it out.]

Right. Everyone back here? All appendages accounted for?

Comments

[curzed]

Let no doubts resonate in your heart, for where you hesitate your enemy may not.

None will be protected if you lie dead in the dust. There will be time for regrets at duty's end.

[aetherweaver]

I'm aware of that mindset. ... But treating your opponent as if they're mere savages leads to... terrible things on its own, I feel.

[curzed]

Those are your words, not mine.

Are you inclined to treat your foes as 'mere savages' that you must guard against it?

[aetherweaver]

... I suppose it's all very complicated, isn't it.

I just worry about them. But I suppose that's one more worry added to the pile.

[curzed]

There is no complicating factor for myself, only resolution. Not for the first time I must wonder if this is an affliction that plagues only mortals.

[aetherweaver]

You don't consider yourself mortal?

[curzed]

I am not. It is a fact, not a belief.

One may counsel another to choose the greater numbers over the lesser, and strike to spare the former as much as possible, but one cannot force them to change their own hearts. I will always choose the innocent civilian over the alien invader.

[aetherweaver]

... I would do the same. But that does not mean I would not grieve for the others, despite everything.

[curzed]

No, nor did I imply it should, so we are in agreement.