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[Moria Gaisras]

"For ten years we've been on our own and moss grows fat on a rolling stone, but that's not how it used to be." She said. She nodded. "Popular, it is. Of course, many things are popular, not all of them should be, but they are. Why people like bad things, I cannot say, only that I know they do."

[Aislin Delu]

Aislin smiled.

"Bad is just a matter of opinion," she said. "All depends on person."

[Moria Gaisras]

"Opinions, opinions. Most are wrong, but some are right. But they aren't facts and those that view them as such are always the most wrong!" Moria said.

[Aislin Delu]

Aislin smiled. She liked this girl. Certianly insane but good company. Or interesting at least.

"Very true." She said. "But if opinions aren't facts, how do you prove them wrong or right? Isn't that the beauty of opinion? That you can't prove it wrong, or right?"

[Moria Gaisras]

"But what of those who can prove thier opinion right?" She asked. "Those are the lucky few, who are right in their motives and in thier hearts."

[Aislin Delu]

"Then they are lucky, as you said and rare." Aislin said.

She was starting to wonder at the time.

[Moria Gaisras]

"What's the time? Well, it's gotta be close to midnight." Moria said. "Rarity is rarity. Everone is rare in someways. Like meat cooked rare, which is delicious. It's still got the right amount of blood in it. Blood is precious. It sustains life and we thrive off of it's spilling."

[Aislin Delu]

"War you mean? Yes we do seem to survie off of it. Or when there isn't war there are smaller battles fought." Aislin said. "I guess your right. We are all rare in our own ways, we can't be complete copy's can we? Even twins are slightly different."

[Moria Gaisras]

"Not just war, murder too. Getting away with murder, I am." She said, quietly. "Copies are useless, most just go to waste. And being wasteful might as well be a sin. For when you waste, you want."

[Aislin Delu]

"True. You have killed someone?" she asked. "Yes wastefulness is bad. Whether you want when you waste is up to the waste."

[Moria Gaisras]

"Maybe, maybe not. Depends on your definition. Of course, your definition is much different than mine. That is why I am unique. Of course, you are unique too. As is everyone else. But maybe since we are all unique, we are also all the same. Everyone is an indiviual, but we are also alike. To be normal is, in it self, weird, so to be normal is to be weird, as such, it stands to reason that to be weird is to be normal." She said. "Murder happens everyday, but people call it an odd occurence. So it must be normal, since it's odd."

[Aislin Delu]

Aislin raised an eyebrow, this must be a violent country for murder to happen every day. Or did she just mean in the world as a whole? She probably meant as a whole.

"Every one is individual. In thier own way. Some more unique than others. So if everything odd is normal. Could you say there are degrees of normalcy?" Aislin said. "Murder is normal, put in that light. But people don't seem to like that light, it is too real. That taking someones life is normal."

[Moria Gaisras]

"Nothing is normal in times like these." She said. "And with friends like ours, who needs enemies? Rassel, the destroyer of peace shall not prevail, but if we fail, they shall not."

[Aislin Delu]

"If nothing is normal then is everything odd or weird. And if all things are normal, doesn't that basically make the chicken and the egg?" Aislin asked. "If Rassel wins, I'm going back to Emerald Isle. I don't like Rassel."

[Moria Gaisras]

She turned to face Aislin slowly.

"If Rassel wins, they will close the ports and the borders." She said, slowly. "They will make it so that no one can leave or enter Onoska until they say so. If they close the ports, our country will die. They cannot prevail in their mad quest or dark times will be upon us."

Those who are on the side of the enemy shalt not prevail for it means the death of us. And the death of us would be catastrophic to the world. Since when has an entire country be killed? Not in a long time, I wager. For Rassel would have us begging for mercy. Listen, for I speak the truth. If Rassel prevails and we fail, we shall cease to exist as a country and a unit." thought Moria. "If only I could speak it, and not just think it."