[His eyes kept hers, watched them and left his as open a library book that had been paged through too many times. And end to wars. An end to fightingsufferingdying.

Church, and the thought burned like fire across his heart like a brand.

No more death. No more burying kids. No more Great Wars and civil wars and--]

You know it's impossible to stop everyone from fighting, right? There's always going to be some asshole who just wants a television the size of a billboard and will kill people and start shit to get it. No one can stop that. You can't like, genetically engineer greed out of people.

[Fuck, but a universe where there was no war, where Junior wouldn't have to worry because he was Sangheili, where he could grow up and not have to fear his status. An existence where folks like Hargrove couldn't have fucking trophy rooms with the symbols of his dead friends decorating it like a prideful museum. Shit. One where he wouldn't have to fight anymore and could just vacation with his son.]

What about the people who don't care about art, huh? Who don't want anything you're offering? Freedom and choices are pretty freaking important to happiness, and happiness is what gives shit meaning. You can't just turn them into puppets.