“The original of all great and lasting societies consisted not in the mutual good will men had toward each other, but in the mutual fear they had of each other.” – Thomas Hobbes
“Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.” – Jean-Jacques Rousseau
“The reason why men enter into society is the preservation of their property.” – John Locke
What is the nature of a man? Is he a blank slate benefitted by society and determined to repay the favor? A pure vessel corrupted by the vice of his world? A savage brute seeking power? The great thinkers of humanity struggled to identify their truth, poor things. Lucio would have laughed at them, had he been aware of their existence.
He knew what he was. He was a slave with no master, and the master of slaves. He was Jun Lucio, Voice of the Nation, exalted among exalted, bearer of horrible truths, and too damn smart for his own good. He was the one people would look back on long after his life and whisper with awe, “man, what a life,” should their vocal cords have developed enough to achieve such a feat.
But, above all else, he was a Twila, because even in that tired mind of his that still meant something.