Duncan sat in silence as Doc's rage boiled over. He sat silently as Doc spoke his mind, his hands crossed before his face. He gave only a small understanding nod to Doc as he left the room in rage. Then Duncan looked at Ezio.
" As you can see, tensions are high. Emotions are running high and uncontrolled. This world is a powder keg, and the Empire currently holds the match."
Duncan shifts in his chair.
" Lets cut to the chase here. I know as well as the next person that this whole conflict bases on who controls the world and system. 49 holds special significance to both the Empire and the Coalition. It is the gateway to Bretonia. I hold no illusions that this conflict is anything more or less than a power play from both groups. Both the Empire and the Coaltion need to have passage through here for their continued survival. "
Duncan turns to look out the window behind him over the city below.
" Let us cut through these political games. Too many have suffered and died already."
Duncan glances back toward the photos that Doc tossed.
"And while we sit here and duel with silver tongues, more still suffer and die. Let me sum up how things look from my view. The Corsair Empire came here to get vengeance. Vengeance against the innocent farmers and civilians here for the actions of those they share heritage with. Now the Empire stays, Claiming to help but bringing only further problems."
Duncan Sighs.
"In any case, please, enlighten me as to the true nature of this conflict. All I see is two groups fighting each other over stupid pride and ideals. Doc's words hold much truth. Many Zoners are beginning to call for arms, they want this conflict gone from our soil."
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