Ron gazed at the group of precarious mixed-blood refugees in the sandbox, with the advisors' suggestions echoing in his mind.
Carlos's theory on "ecological niches" was enlightening.
Instead of going against the tide and forcibly molding these naturally unruly groups into an orderly Kingdom,
it would be better to follow their nature and find their own footing within the chaos.
He took a deep breath and made a decision that even surprised Hephis.
"Since consensus cannot be reached, let's embrace the differences."
Ron gently stroked the surface of the sandbox, conveying a brand new concept to those bickering mixed-blood refugees:
"Three factions, three specialties, three different paths.
The purpose of unity should never be to eliminate differences, but to allow differences to showcase their own value."
The mixed-blood refugees in the sandbox ceased their infighting and started reassessing each other.
