Hungry people will eventually band together in the common purpose of survival. [ Will offers. Not an argument, he's not looking to rile Carver up. Just presenting facts as he sees them, no expectation of agreement. ]
By keeping contentment in the majority of the population, those who fight do not have the support of the whole. Keeps dissidents in a weaker position.
[ Will pauses next to a closet and opens the door. Eureka! Scrubs.
Not that a dull, green scrub top is going to be flattering, and Will isn't allowing himself to dwell on if/when this top was last washed. It isn't soaked in blood.
Without thinking, he ducks out of his shirt, exposing his torso for the couple of minutes it takes to get the scrub top sorted out. Long enough for Carver to see the scar that runs, practically from hip bone to hip bone, just under Will's navel.
To experienced eyes, the scar does not look fresh, suggesting it was a wound healed by this place. It's a scar that has been in place for years, long enough that Will doesn't appear to even be aware that it's on display in the moments before he gets re-dressed. ]
Crowd control is easier if you manipulate the majority into keeping control over the, minority. Maintain a position of benevolent authority. Keep your hands clean. If you start doling out punishments, you make yourself a target.
[ Sighing softly, Will looks around, shrugs and throws his old shirt into the closet and closes the door. ]
Whoever this Echo is, they aren't interested in making themselves a focal point. Hiding behind whatever 'Aurora' is, even though their message is made to sound dire.
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By keeping contentment in the majority of the population, those who fight do not have the support of the whole. Keeps dissidents in a weaker position.
[ Will pauses next to a closet and opens the door. Eureka! Scrubs.
Not that a dull, green scrub top is going to be flattering, and Will isn't allowing himself to dwell on if/when this top was last washed. It isn't soaked in blood.
Without thinking, he ducks out of his shirt, exposing his torso for the couple of minutes it takes to get the scrub top sorted out. Long enough for Carver to see the scar that runs, practically from hip bone to hip bone, just under Will's navel.
To experienced eyes, the scar does not look fresh, suggesting it was a wound healed by this place. It's a scar that has been in place for years, long enough that Will doesn't appear to even be aware that it's on display in the moments before he gets re-dressed. ]
Crowd control is easier if you manipulate the majority into keeping control over the, minority. Maintain a position of benevolent authority. Keep your hands clean. If you start doling out punishments, you make yourself a target.
[ Sighing softly, Will looks around, shrugs and throws his old shirt into the closet and closes the door. ]
Whoever this Echo is, they aren't interested in making themselves a focal point. Hiding behind whatever 'Aurora' is, even though their message is made to sound dire.