"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."
“Perhaps not to all, but in some places, I would think a token of kindness better and well-spent than any misdeed. It certainly will suit you better, in the end, rather than a blade at your throat. I imagine it is a philosophy from a different world.”
♣ “Well then, permit me to provide an example regarding why I believe your thinking is incorrect? Let’s say a number of students with no recollection of each other’s identities are trapped within a school and told that the only way to leave were to kill one of their classmates and not get caught. Do you show them kindness and spend the rest of your lives imprisoned, or do you kill and hope to escape? I imagine the kind ones are the ones that end up dead, rather than alive. Are things better suited then? They are not.”
“But it is only one example. However it sounds to be a hopeless tale, either way, doesn’t it? And very specific.” Was she speaking of something she had heard or seen perhaps? Or was, he didn’t want to hope, that she was one of those students. It sounded an awful fate.
“But either way the kind ones are remembered, by the ones that chose to kill, surely one at least. In that, I wouldn’t call it fruitless. There are many strange tales under this world and yours, mine, others. I can’t hope to understand in full that one, as I am not student, but I know a tale of despair that is ongoing, and kindness might serve it’s use, in the end, however the tale should conclude.”