Hehehehe. Who taught you to talk like a monk?
… don’t say such things like you’ve found your own path, though, Arrendis. You’re no more at peace with this world than I am-- in fact I kind of think you’re way less.
I’ve seen the way you talk about yourself, and us as a class. You find so much in this world, and me, and yourself, worth denouncing. You took beating me up in a way I’d really care about as being my friend.
Lord Consort Newelle … wants to think well of me. He’s right; I’m angry. But it’s not at you.
You’re a little out-there, you know? Do you remember the time you basically proposed having this current generation murder all the Amarrian faithful, and then wipe themselves out in judgment for that crime? Maybe you were just fooling around, but, the way you talk about this world … I think you really might be happy to see it end.
… Like I’d be so fragile as to believe just you, or Miz. You’re both kind of nuts, you know?
No … the one I’d really like to thank Is Ms. Rhiannon, who was kind enough to tell me I was her enemy, and to explain what that meant. Enemies try to destroy each other. Who explained that the only reason for the Republic to ever accept peace with the Empire … is to prepare for war.
It fits, you know? It makes total sense: why the Republic made nice with Heideran VII, the great peacemaker. While he was writing the Pax Amarria, the Republic was diverting resources it could have used for education and economic development to build the Elder Fleet.
And, it’s natural. It’s probably inevitable. A third of your population still left enslaved-- who could forgive such a thing? … the suprise would have been, if that had been something you could live with.
I didn’t believe you. But … that the only Matari pilot-- while being aware that capsuleers aren’t a representative sample-- the ONLY Matari pilot, speaking up for genuine peace? For dealing in good faith? Letting the past go, at least enough to move forward together? … that was Mr. Egivand. Who doesn’t even live in the Republic. And you all jumped all over him.
That I could believe.
I don’t blame you at all. But, that doesn’t mean I can just stand aside, either. Because I love this world. … and certain of the people in it. Whether I should or not.
So, go ahead and do what you have to, and I’ll do the same. Collect your bullets and gather your forces. I’ll help blow them up and bleed them away. Try to build your blood-soaked dream-- that awful thing you’re hoping for. I’ll try to bring you despair.
Maybe there’ll be another chance, later. Until then … okay. So be it.
I’ll be your enemy.