I live, not for the glory of war, for in war there is no glory, only profit. I live instead for the spoils of peace. For in peace there is great profit to be made, always from the keepers of peace. In the statis-quo of true peace it is to be found in their markets, and in times of conflict against peace there are the wages of blood. I am content with either.

Of course then there's always mission whoring which consumes most of my time. I am such a disappointment to my father. Screw him anyway. What does he know.

Oh sorry, too many nights in the pod can be a terrible thing.