One of the ground force troops walked up to Davilon and put his arm around him.<br/>"Look!"  He said with a sigh.  "It doesn't matter what you tell people, they will still always just be people....you're right, it's not about us trusting you...it's about us believing you.  Look up anything from history and you'll find religions, governments and civilisations built on a foundation of belief and trust.  You tell people they'll go to hell when they die, they'll want proof...you tell them you'll make the world a better place when they elect you then they'll expect immediate results...the point is that all we can place in you is our blind faith, you can't expect all of us to have that same belief in your word.  I'm going to sit with you on this one and see it through, but I can't speak for all the others...we could all say the same, but secretly plotting otherwise...of course you'd know all about that.  Though would you kill someone for such thoughts, that would make you no better than those monsters you claim not to be...do you understand what I'm saying?"  He asked, his speech making a lot of sense if having a somewhat irritating truth to it.