Landis, naturally, thought this was a silly concern. After all, the less willing people were to talk, the more likely it was that he could watch a good fight. He supposed he better give in soon, though. He’d had his fun – and if he kept it up much longer, Creae would come up with something more powerful than the atomic bomb.
Spoilsport, Landis thought. There was nothing like a powerful weapon to make the weaker side give in. Once the atomic bomb appeared, there was nothing Landis could do to keep the |
last war going. Only when the two sides were nearly equal and each thought they had a chance to win could he keep them fighting. Or when the losing side felt that a lost cause was better than no cause at all. “This senseless war you’re dragging on needs to stop.” Landis spread his hands wide. “And if I said there’s nothing I can do? I can only invite mortals to give offence, take offence, snap back.
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