Character: Colin Creevey

I want my own farm and a quiet life, not war. Our worker-peasant class in General are not fans of war.
My grandfather was a farmer who had a revolution. The grandfather recounted his father's words: "the White man Came - took away the entire harvest, they'd been whipped with whips. The white was gone, came a Red - otstegat whip and took all that had not taken a White. Returned White - took the last chicken. Back Red again given lashes and he burned the hut, because the pick was nothing."

During its centuries of existence, people have learned to not really trust the voices in his head and hallucinations... But learned to trust the voices and hallucinations in someone else's head.