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The captain glared back at the pilot, feeling the raging hate swell from him. This boy was obviously not mentally sane; which certainly made the rumours about psycho pilots more acceptable to him. How could this boy be so wrapped up in his hatred? So completely determined to kill that nothing at all could stop him? It was a life that Arthur found difficult to imagine, and thus, stopped trying, his brain hurting in the exhaustion of trying to imagine another man's thoughts.

Nodding to Micheal, he followed him to the elevator, starting to roll around what he had said in his mind. What he was suggesting was nothing short of suicide. A third faction? When the two main factions have already been set up?! Where would their base of operations be! Mars? Unlikely. That would make this new factions an anvil for the other two to break upon. Then where? He wondered, slowly stroking his chin.

He had to admit, however, that the talk of peace touched him, and he was fully aware that by joining one faction, he was propagating the war. However, he joined the service to save lives, and that, in a round about way, was what he was doing. None the less, he was no soldier, and he desired nothing more then to return to a world where the deep void knew tranquillity once more.

“It is obvious we have much to talk about...” He mumbled to Micheal, as if it were some incriminating evidence, before turning around, facing the entrance of the elevator.