"Hmm," Po Suo nodded, "I don't think this is a mistake. The Empire was the first to inflict disaster on me. This is merely my revenge against the Empire. Every element of the Empire is a part of the Empire's will."
Yang Ming pondered for a few moments:
"What you're saying has some truth, but we should take a dialectical approach to it.
"Firstly, the Empire's billions of citizens form a collective, and the national will is the aggregation of everyone's will. This is correct, but the citizens have relatively low power and can't influence the ruling echelon's will.
"Moreover, the project we're involved in was given to the Empire by the Faya people, the origin is there.
"Additionally... the disasters we endure shouldn't be imposed on others, Po Suo."
Po Suo frowned and stared at Yang Ming: "You're really verbose."
"Hey, what am I doing!"
