"I suppose I am prejudiced by my conceptions of personal liberty, but it
is contrary to my conscience that the state should have more duty than
to enforce the individual liberties by common force."

"But we are at war, and we must do as we do, or be trampled underfoot."

"If all states went no further than justice permits, namely the
protection by common force the rights of individuality, liberty, and
property, than there would be no room for conflict between states, and
hence, no war."

"Yet it is our ideologies that bring war, besides, do not the ends
justify the means?" he asked.

"Your ideologies may cause conflict, yet it seems that your behemoth
states facilitate it into war. About the ends and the means, I don't
know: I am no philosopher," I answered.

I sighed and was silent for a moment as we walked along, then, after a
moment or so, I said quietly to myself, "I'm not much of a kinsman
redeemer, either."

We continued on through the hall without further conversation, and I
paid little attention to my surroundings, so that while my eyes saw and
my mind displayed, my subconscious was not present in the effort, and
thereby no memory was retained. This may seem to be the plot of an
unimaginative writer to escape the use of that faculty, but as these are
nothing but my written memories, and I make no claims of producing good
fiction, I will leave that hall primarily to the minds of the reader.