She gave him a deadpan look, then glanced at the door to her office. "CLose the door, would you?" she asked.<br/><br/>Assuming he did so, she nodded. "All that and more. At least for a while... you beat a dog enough, it'll learn to keep its head low." She rose from her desk, and made her way to the window, looking out over the town. "It's gotten better... since we stopped fighting. We still carry on the old traditions, the old ways... but in secret. No one fights any more; there's nothing to fight<em>against.</em>It's like opposing the wind. You can shout out it, spend your fury at it, all you want... but it'll keep on blowing, and you either bow before it, or get knocked down."<br/><br/>She turned and looked at him. "Does that answer your question?"