They preach infinite diversity in infinite combinations, but do not know how to accept it. They think the only thing that matters is variety in races, not in cultures and points of view.
And they do it thinking they do it out of kindness. Thinking that by assimilating everyone and making them the right sort of equal that they raise everyone in their collective, so to speak.
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But the truth is that individual races and leaders and cultures and approaches matter.
It sounds as if they've conquered all of these planets and cultures. These are not the actions of peacekeepers, they are dictators. Why has on one risen up against them?
Because the worlds that have joined have their smartest siphoned off into Starfleet, and have enough comforts handed to them to keep them quiet.
My people have warred with the Federation, as have the Klingons and the Romulans, and in the end it becomes a taxing war with no winners. The lives and resources poured into war no longer pay off when you're fighting another empire.
Most know the Federation to be full of corruption and issues because they themselves are. Julian does not see it because that's not who he is. He sees what the Federation could be and believes it is because he spends all of his time living up to that ideal.
I tried to make Clarke think more like me, but she made me think more like her instead. Nothing to an extreme of believing in a Federation, but in believing there was an end to unnecessary bloodshed.
No, they are very determined. And very forgiving. She forgave my harsher choices, not many would. I think Julian would do the same for his loved ones. I am not so forgiving.
Even for those he does not love. He is a fool who will hopefully live to regret when he forgives the wrong thing and the wrong person.
In contrast, the end of a Cardassian's life comes with him getting someone he trusts to make certain his enemies or those who have wronged him will not long outlive him. It makes for a great difficulty when it comes to understanding people like Julian and apparently also Clarke. Not everyone will drive a knife into your back, but if you present your back to everyone the chance of finding a surprise blade increases greatly and yet they do it anyway.
Our people sound very similar. Jus drein jus daun is our saying. Blood must have blood. It is violent but it is just, at least in our eyes. If we had a long time to be with our people, if the planet had not died, perhaps we would have been able to change. But the Kyongedon, Grounders, value survival and survival is through strength.
Yet I never wanted her to lose her hope that people are good and worth saving.
I never expected to meet another species at all, so you are a welcome surprise.
I thought you two were a couple, but I see you are not. If our parallels continue, perhaps you should tell him. Clarke and I love one another despite our many differences.
Love cannot change one's interests or nature, my dear. His taste runs to young, slender, and female, and as you may have noticed, I am none of those things.
He is unaware of how you feel about him, I gathered that much. It is your life and your heart, but I would recommend you not assume what he desires simply from observation of his past. If I had done that with Clarke, I would think she only wanted men.
Everything. I cannot emphasize enough what the loss of me meant to my people. I created the coalition and peace, temporarily, between the clans. Once I was gone, my successors were murdered, the clans broke apart, and now I fear we are on the verge of extinction. Everything I had is lost, outside of Clarke. If I lose her, I will have nothing.
I see. Being rejected and losing her. Honestly I'm uncertain how it managed to work. Clarke and I have a lot of bad blood between us. We met when she was forced to kill her lover because of my decree.
Thankfully the doctor and I have no such bad blood; his best friend may dislike how I hem his pants but Julian, I believe, is satisfied.
That does not prevent me from believing that I will lose him if I tell him, however. And as I am not at a surplus of friends, losing him would be a grievous blow.
Heterosexual human men, in my observation, are not so free with their kindness to another man when they believe he may be into them. I wouldn't expect him to be rude, he's far too good a person for that, but there would be a distance that I would find unacceptable.
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And they do it thinking they do it out of kindness. Thinking that by assimilating everyone and making them the right sort of equal that they raise everyone in their collective, so to speak.
[Sometimes he amuses himself.]
But the truth is that individual races and leaders and cultures and approaches matter.
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My people have warred with the Federation, as have the Klingons and the Romulans, and in the end it becomes a taxing war with no winners. The lives and resources poured into war no longer pay off when you're fighting another empire.
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[He'd lie... but that would endanger his cover all the more and really, he knows he's obvious.]
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In contrast, the end of a Cardassian's life comes with him getting someone he trusts to make certain his enemies or those who have wronged him will not long outlive him. It makes for a great difficulty when it comes to understanding people like Julian and apparently also Clarke. Not everyone will drive a knife into your back, but if you present your back to everyone the chance of finding a surprise blade increases greatly and yet they do it anyway.
They need us. Whether they know it or not.
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Yet I never wanted her to lose her hope that people are good and worth saving.
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I would like him to be a little less optimistic, for his own sake... but I would not like for him to lose who he is. I would not like to lose him.
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I thought you two were a couple, but I see you are not. If our parallels continue, perhaps you should tell him. Clarke and I love one another despite our many differences.
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Sometimes things are not meant to be.
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That does not prevent me from believing that I will lose him if I tell him, however. And as I am not at a surplus of friends, losing him would be a grievous blow.
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[Unbearable, heartbreaking, both more accurate and both too clear. He's being mostly honest on this front because it serves as cover for his spy lie, but there's a level of honesty that's entirely too far and those truths would be there.]
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