"It's no philosophy," Albedo said calmly, almost emotionless in this at least. This was something simple. That Klavier had said, you are all better meant one of his siblings had already touched on this subject, and decided to share what wasn't meant to be shared. Probably Nigredo. Albedo didn't care. Those things were not something that touched him any longer. "We were created as such. It's a genetic manipulation, a engineered certainty. War, and the aspects of it, are in our blood, in the chemicals of our mind. They swirl around us, something simple when all else fails to be so. We are weapons. We are not humans." A pause, and fact faded from his voice, and something too much like actual pain slid under his next words. "And I don't know... if it can be solved."

The moment passed, emotions faded. Albedo looked at Klavier again, something in him too much annoyed. "That question was too opinion based, and other than my clearing up your misconceptions beforehand, gave no actual facts. Ask something different."