[Wow, Garviel. You and Klaus are actually pretty well-matched in terms of mental fuckery. That's... weirdly reassuring? And also pretty sad.

Also: Planet Murder?]

You may have a job ahead of you in that regard; factions have already formed and while Major General Armstrong seems at least a reasonable woman, I doubt The Major will listen to sense.

[I mean, have you heard his phone calls? War war war blah blah death war, all the time!]

Ideally, all factions, both established and developing, will eventually band together to fight for a common goal -- as happened during the fight with the Milkman not too long ago, by all accounts. Unfortunately such camaraderie seems to only be reserved for situations where the danger is immediate and tangible when in fact, given the nature of this town, we are all constantly in danger.

And forgive me, but did you say your own death?