". . . I mean, I get that. Oliver, I was in a revolt and I'm practically a huntsman now. It's sad and unfortunate, but killing is nothing new to me. I even understand why the raiders sacked my village, they were nomads who wanted some shade and food." He gets a lien card from his backpack. "This . . . this is what you killed for? A piece of plastic? Does this piece of plastic really have that much power over you?"