12-03-2018, 02:24 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Admittedly, Clarence knew nothing about this situation at all. He hadn't arrived until very recently, and therefore the names and locations didn't make much sense to him. He settled among the crowd and listened as those more knowledgeable on the history spoke. He'd never met Agathe but she sounded angry. Filled, bubbling over with anger and hatred. Maybe it was well placed, but he had no way of knowing that. What she spewed was the same furious rhetoric he'd heard his own people use against the likes of the newly founded Americans and the natives of the land of the same name. The same words that spurred so many people into battle, the same words that forced him into the situation that lead to his death. If this new leader was as Atticus described, he didn't see the reason for further conflict. War didn't get anyone anywhere. All it ended with was a broken ship, hundreds of needless deaths, and a history twisted by those who seized victory. Clarence was thoroughly tired of fighting and of war itself. He'd been in it for far too long. If this world was indeed a product of his fragmented mental state, then at least it would be one with peace; something his past world could never achieve. He picked up a rock and moved forward, dropping it in the black bowl before stepping aside and settling back down. It was time for a new beginning, he reasoned, one with less death and destruction. That would be nice.