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Lukas was stumped. He was getting more nervous by the second, and it was starting to show. His voice shook slightly as he took his fate in his hands and leapt off the metaphorical cliff, praying the drop wasn't far.
"I- I have very little idea how, Commissar. All I can say is that your ideals have incubated a revolutionary drive within me. When I was rejected by my homeland for standing up for what it means to be human, for being true to myself, and when I heard directly from one of your broadcasting channels while I sat on the Freeport what you stand for: that was when I was convinced, Commissar."
Lukas blinked faster as his nerves began to get the better of him.
"Despite all the propaganda which was pumped into me, I was able to see past it."
He paused again.
"I think - I think that if the people can be shown how much better their lives can be, then that would engender revolution among them. But as to how we would go about this..."
He tailed off, uncertain. He fixed his gaze even more firmly on the same spot of floor, not daring to look into the commissar's eyes.

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