Societies that are otherwise at odds with each other, united? It's almost as if they were trying to point at finger at who might be keeping them from true peace.

[ Cree observes the withdrawal of the pipe, seemingly inspired by his relaxation. He leans back to reach to the table by his seat, taking up a bottle of bourbon in one hand and two glasses in the other. He raises them both with raised brows, silently questioning whether or not Takasugi would like one poured. ]

This truce will not last. They, or rather... we were hoping it would leave a lasting impact on the newcomers, who have no blind loyalty to those they do not truly understand.