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; Regievko finally let his arms loose and put them on the back of the pew around him, letting his jacket out while letting the warmth from two little heat packets flow through him, knuckles clutching around a small synthetic packet in his palm while the statue reached up above them. Regievko’s placid features were obscured by the faint light around them, but his breathing was an audible whisper through the hall before he ever began speaking.

“Quite true, though, of how much we are truly capable of. Wasting worlds of beauty and wonder for matters we only form in our ideologies ... “ He began flexing his palms lightly to grant himself better heat, his liveliness beginning to return to him.

“But not this planet, though, not us. You and me both know, as men of the same stock -- nothing about our nations and our people changes the fact we are of the same earth.” Regievko said with an almost sympathetic hint, taking his hands towards his body now.

“Scatter has recovered because we have been the ones watching it recover. The Coalition has been the foundation with which the only remnants of our people in existence has remained. The Aschen ... Terrans ... these other things that call themselves human ... are not aware of what it is to call themselves man, Kampf.”