"
"Yet it is our ideologies that bring war, besides, do not the ends
justify the means?" he asked.
"Your ideologies may cause conflict, yet it seems that your behemoth
states facilitate it into war. About the ends and the means, I don't
know: I am no philosopher," I answered.
I sighed and was silent for a moment as we walked along, then, after a
moment or so, I said quietly to myself, "I'm not much of a kinsman
redeemer, either."
We continued on through the hall without further conversation, and I
paid little attention to my surroundings, so that while my eyes saw and
my mind displayed, my subconscious was not present in the effort, and
thereby no memory was retained. This may seem to be the plot of an
unimaginative writer to escape the use of that faculty, but as these are
nothing but my written memories, and I make no claims of producing good
fiction, I will leave that hall primarily to the minds of the reader.
Soon after, we arrived at our destination, which was very nearly at the
end of the hall, and entered to find that we were expected and a space
open for my fitting, which was soon accomplished, and my suit promised
to be at my quarters the next morning.
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