Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us. — Steven Erikson

If one could always choose the right question, then every answer could be as obvious.

Civilization after civilization, it is the same. The world falls to tyranny with a whisper. The frightened are ever keen to bow to a perceived necessity, in the belief that necessity forces conformity, and conformity a certain stability. In a world shaped into conformity, dissidents stand out, are easily branded and dealt with. There is no multitude of perspectives, no dialogue. The victim assumes the face of the tyrant, self-righteous and intransigent, and wars breed like vermin. And people die.

"What war is this?"

"A pointless one."

"They are all pointless Denier. Subjugation and defeat breed resentment and hatred, and such things cannot be bribed away."

"Unless the spirit of the defeated is crushed," Trull said.