Gazing out of the car window at the men and women standing with their heads hung low, Roland's chest was constantly churning with a bitter taste of sorrow and anxiety.
Perhaps the military and political officials of the Titans could derive pleasure from the reactions of these people, savoring "the pride and glory rightly due to a superior race" as if indulging in a fine wine, but all he could perceive was endless ugliness, resentment nearing boiling point, and the seeds of turbulent conflict.
People deriving joy from the suffering of another nation was one of the most despicable acts in the history of the Wisdom Species—the judgement of his history instructor against extreme racism was now hauntingly applicable to mankind itself, leaving him at a loss for words.
