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M'Kama looked down on his plate and then up at the archeologist. He inwardly gritted his teeth in derision at his words, but even then he could not bring himself to hate the old man himself. Ignorant, but well meaning. A odd combination of traits, that lead to polarizing results.

But what he had to say did at least give interesting insight. Perhaps the reason the old Kingdoms fell was because they had the arrogance to assume they could view the world the same way as their God.

Nowadays, with this Matranical Empire, it seemed that it was much of the same. Except instead if relying on empires spanning the stars, the last great empires of mankind were pulling together the scraps. Not unable to face the truth, for they do not know, but unable to see it. The bell had already rung.

"He has ulterior motives, that much is clear," M'Kama answered the old time's question. "Regardless of anything he tries to pull, we still have an ace in the hole," he went on, nodding at Falcon.