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Christopher smiles while responding, "Ah I see you're also one who follows Occam's razor. And I will admit, in your place I would be just as skeptical. I hope I can earn the right to put those fears to rest."

He then frowns but continues, "I have had many reports of piracy und terrorism come across my desk at the hands of the Hessians, supposed 'patriots' of die Vaterland who'd rather kill its fathers und sons than actually achieve something worthwhile. All the while damaging die Rheinwehr against its true enemy, das Libertonians." He snarls, gripping the chair tightly in his hands, as if mentioning their name was like drinking acid, "Greedy chauvinistic pigs, robbing die Vaterland und his citizens of their wealth for their own sick pleasure und lust for money."

Christopher takes a breath and releases the chair from his death-grip continuing more calmly, "I have no true quarrel with das Hessians, or their roots. I didn't sign up for the Rheinwehr to kill Rheinlanders. I'd much rather spend my ammunition against Libertonians. Und in a way the Hessians are right, I've seen the felds Daumann und Kruger force their employees to work in." His face turns stern as he barely contains the emotion in the next sentence, "I've heard rumors... of Daumann 'employing' non-contrac-" Cutting himself off his voice again grows angry, "They were using slaves! The evidence is all there! I even intercepted a slaver who -told me- that was his destination."

Taking another breath and looking up, he finishes softly, "Und to be honest. I don't have a home anymore. At best I'd be imprisoned for life at Vierlande, at worst... I'm sure you deal with traitors in a similar fashion."

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