[Once when he was a kid he had watched some ancient, shitty movie, something that had the worst graphics he had ever seen, with easy to see camera tricks and horribly dramatic acting. It had only come on at three a.m. after everything else had been exhausted. It was about ants, radioactive giant ants, but he remembered being fascinated by it so he decided to read up on them.
Turns out, radioactivity would have just killed, a fact that made everything way less cool. But he learned about the nest, about working, about the social constructs. It was boring at the time because he couldn't relate.
Now he just didn't want to. Because, fuck, she made a good point and he hated it.]
There's always going to be someone in command, another C.O., another military, another shitty corporation. And maybe people are fucking selfish, maybe they suck, but if you give anyone too much power, you just have to wait until that shit corrupts them. Someone is going to take over and--well, it's all going to hit the fan eventually.
Besides... [He sighed a little.] What's the point of having a voice if you're not allowed to say what you want? Why not just open your doors to the ones who want to leave, and let the rest just decide their own fate? You get to save the folks who want to be saved, the war can fucking end, no more people have to die, and your conscience is clear?
[Gloved hands slid into his pockets as he looked away. This was all moral debates, important over ideas, but the real hook here was--] Going home. Is that a hope, or a possibility?
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[Once when he was a kid he had watched some ancient, shitty movie, something that had the worst graphics he had ever seen, with easy to see camera tricks and horribly dramatic acting. It had only come on at three a.m. after everything else had been exhausted. It was about ants, radioactive giant ants, but he remembered being fascinated by it so he decided to read up on them.
Turns out, radioactivity would have just killed, a fact that made everything way less cool. But he learned about the nest, about working, about the social constructs. It was boring at the time because he couldn't relate.
Now he just didn't want to. Because, fuck, she made a good point and he hated it.]
There's always going to be someone in command, another C.O., another military, another shitty corporation. And maybe people are fucking selfish, maybe they suck, but if you give anyone too much power, you just have to wait until that shit corrupts them. Someone is going to take over and--well, it's all going to hit the fan eventually.
Besides... [He sighed a little.] What's the point of having a voice if you're not allowed to say what you want? Why not just open your doors to the ones who want to leave, and let the rest just decide their own fate? You get to save the folks who want to be saved, the war can fucking end, no more people have to die, and your conscience is clear?
[Gloved hands slid into his pockets as he looked away. This was all moral debates, important over ideas, but the real hook here was--] Going home. Is that a hope, or a possibility?