“Rubbish,” he sighed. “There’s no such thing as a secret agency. Not anywhere on Gynt. What would the point of that be?”
“To go back to the old ways! You know. Kings, queens, rulers, tyrants. Countries. None of our unity, all of our chaos.”
“I think this has all gone to your head. What did you say the name was?”
“The Old Order. It’s all there, in their name.”
“That’s why it’s stupid and not true. I mean, why state your intentions right off the bat? If they were smart—and this is all hypothetical, I don’t believe a word you’re saying—they’d have some other purpose for having all that power. Some other goal. So if their ‘mild purpose’ is to tear down all of the government, then… well.”
“That’d be something to be afraid of, wouldn’t it?”
“But it’s not true. It’s a rumor only. An urban legend, just like The Host.”
“Oh, come on. If you’re not going to believe in the Old Order, believe in The Host! I mean, someone even hacked their crystal database! Posted pictures!”
“Wherever you’ve been getting your information, I think they’re taking you for a ride, mate.”
“The whole world is boring, according to you, is it?”
“Yeah, and I like it that way.”
(Source: velvetdemon.net)
