Those echoes of proper preordained position might vibrate under Edgar's voice, but the rest of what he says rings further. Say they're wrong and keep saying it: all the way from the Tail to the Sacred Engine.

"Exactly." Radar's voice doesn't shake at all anymore. "And it's gotta change eventually. It will."

He's got no idea when. Even after his war ends, Radar knows another's coming right after it, and there'll probably be another one after that and another and another. But maybe with each one, more people will say it's not fair, until so many people say it that there'll be no one left to start the next war.

He has to hope. Hope, too, is saying it's not fair to a world that always tries to crush it.