Watching the pile of knives, guns, and gun-like objects form is distracting; it always is. Goro fiddles with the top button of his pyjamas, watching. And I wonder how sustainable that situation even is, he thinks. What happens if it blows up in the future, after we've separated, when nobody is on hand to stop it?

Well, then they'd all die, wouldn't they? No true victory. A bit like how there's always another, tougher Palace.

"What a nightmare that would be," he says, instead. "Nothing but a voice in someone's head."