Solla: We can not afford to linger in this area. Move as quickly as you can.
Lypha watches as Solla takes off in the bubble.
Lypha: …There it goes. Now here’s a place I never saw myself. I should have been in college. What’s led me here? Hmm. One year ago, a heavy Rulerist ship entered my homeworld’s space- No, wait. That’s not where it started. The root of the problem is this war we’re losing. I use the term loosly. You can’t really say we’re losing, cause we never started to win. The philosophy that drives the fighting is simple. A little rule. “Save everyone’s soul. Save them from themselves.” That’s the Rulerist mantra. Which is all wonderful and altruistic. Unless you don’t want to convert.
Another flashback to another execution.
Then someone who was upset by the murder? They spoke up. Not loudly enough, I think.
A flashback to a lynching.
And more.
Lypha is now riding on the train.
So now? Now it’s been war. Last year was the worst since it started three years ago. Thirty-two worlds were caught in outright massacres. Me? A racist? I’d be stupid not to be.