"Is there an issue? There will always be those that are crushed beneath the heels of those that are capable. Like the flames of our God Pyre, there will be fuel. For our society, they are the fuel that keeps things in order. Their suffering is necessary so the masses can flourish." The priest said as though it was a matter of fact.
There was no remorse in his voice nor was there a sense of sadness. In fact, to Leia, it sounded like he was proud.
Proud that this kind of society has benefited him and allowed him to rise above the masses, trampling on their suffering.
"Even so! Their pain, their anguish, their regrets! Are you content with just stepping over all of that?!" Leia shouted, hoping that what he said before was just an act.
