“Well, they found the train before already. Once, when they boarded for the first time and took a couple of people with them to interview.” Though if his recollection is to be trusted, Curufin and the others had to reassure them since it hadn’t been established that this was all a ruse not of their own making. “So I guess I’m not that surprised. Besides, if Anan could do that to the train, it’s only natural to assume the ministry can do it too.” And more, he implies, drifting off.
What’s one void missionary’s power over that of the organization bent on creating a bureaucracy out of chaos? Not that it helped his concerns; that too, he shares with Tidus, through the loud exhale he emits, or the slow dip of his brow back to his usual countenance. The Ministry has not harmed them, but they also have not done much to save them, and non-action is sometimes worse.
“And I wouldn’t think too much about their choice of who to take. If they cherry-picked who to talk to, it’d be a poor sampling of the facts. Then they’d only have one story to go by. No. I think it had to be either by random chance, or they didn’t put much rhyme and reason to it at all. That way, if someone’s opinion over the train was different, they had somebody else’s account to reference.”
Though Roland of all people would know how much of an illusion of choice such methods could create too. Elections were run in a similar manner, but this was no ordinary poll. This was a test of them all; of who sympathized, of who was mad, of who was willing to cooperate. For what? He can only guess.
“…It was good that you didn’t have a copy to show of Halo’s final words.” Roland’s voice dips to a controlled murmur, even if they were the only two sat by the bench. “She didn’t exactly have a glowing review of how the void and the ministry basically erased her people and her home from existence. Allegedly.” He adds, quick to the tongue, almost comedic in timing.
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What’s one void missionary’s power over that of the organization bent on creating a bureaucracy out of chaos? Not that it helped his concerns; that too, he shares with Tidus, through the loud exhale he emits, or the slow dip of his brow back to his usual countenance. The Ministry has not harmed them, but they also have not done much to save them, and non-action is sometimes worse.
“And I wouldn’t think too much about their choice of who to take. If they cherry-picked who to talk to, it’d be a poor sampling of the facts. Then they’d only have one story to go by. No. I think it had to be either by random chance, or they didn’t put much rhyme and reason to it at all. That way, if someone’s opinion over the train was different, they had somebody else’s account to reference.”
Though Roland of all people would know how much of an illusion of choice such methods could create too. Elections were run in a similar manner, but this was no ordinary poll. This was a test of them all; of who sympathized, of who was mad, of who was willing to cooperate. For what? He can only guess.
“…It was good that you didn’t have a copy to show of Halo’s final words.” Roland’s voice dips to a controlled murmur, even if they were the only two sat by the bench. “She didn’t exactly have a glowing review of how the void and the ministry basically erased her people and her home from existence. Allegedly.” He adds, quick to the tongue, almost comedic in timing.