@rebellier continued from here
“I won’t start a war, North.” Markus intoned, low and firm, an underlying note of understanding softening the fire of passion smoldering in his eyes,
“Humans may be our oppressors; even our abusers. But they’re not our enemies. If we retaliate - answer violence for violence - we will ring the opening salvo on a conflict that will bathe this city in blue and red blood alike.” He rounded the edge of the table that separated them, brow knit in an increasingly familiar furrow.
“I know what they’ve done. I’ve seen our people, I see them, more every day, but-” He ached. Before him lay a choice, and though his thoughts screamed recompense for the suffering of their people, he couldn’t shake the belief that stirred within in him.
“I don’t think hurting them, as just as it may be for what they’ve done, is the answer.” His conviction was clear, as idealistic as it may be. “We’ll make them understand. They can’t withhold our freedom for much longer, and we will not let them take from us who we are. We will make them see.”
