Jelo processed what the scientist had just said, then asked a question that seemed obvious given everything he knew about recent history. "How are you so certain the ihes will attack again when a treaty has already been signed?"
The question immediately triggered a violent reaction. The scientist's face contorted with rage, his wild eyes bulging slightly as if Jelo had just said something profoundly offensive. His entire body went rigid, the mechanical glove sparking dangerously as energy surged through its systems in response to his emotional state.
"A treaty!" the scientist spat the word like it was poison in his mouth. "A treaty! You actually believe that scrap of paper means something? That words and signatures and diplomatic ceremonies have any value whatsoever?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it, only bitter contempt and fury. "Of course you do. Everyone does. That's exactly the problem!"
