Jason's death had brought everyone even closer together, as if superseding the significance of something... What was that mountain in the Federation? Lance wasn't too clear, but that was the general idea.
At nine in the morning, he arrived outside Saint Naye Cathedral, where he'd attained some fame among Imperial people. Many greeted him proactively on his way there.
And Lance managed his "appearance" accordingly, knowing he had to become a "representative" if he was to achieve greater accomplishments.
Humans are a multifaceted resource; in the hands of capitalists, they are an inexhaustible mine.
In the hands of politicians, they are artefacts that could freely switch between the sharpest swords and the strongest shields.
In the grip of different people, they serve different purposes, even reused back and forth—sometimes like a condom that can be washed and reused, as long as it doesn't break!
