More common than you know.

[ A sharp note there, weary and worn down in a way that doesn't fully fit with his state of physical exhaustion. It's a voice instead of an experience lived too many times to spark emotion, something rote and redundant however secretive it might be.

(Every story of humanity ends in the fireworks that had blistered the sky that night. Every word and action devolves into the rubble and detritus of war.

It's just the nature of the species, so far as this historian can tell.) ]

You know how it goes, yeah?

[ Casual, lilting--his expression subtly shifting into something a little slier. It's probably a rhetorical question. ]

People get up in arms about workin' conditions. They rebel. They're crushed.

'Cept..

[ He hums, shaking his head lightly and ignoring the involuntary wince that results. ]

Nah, just conspiracy theories. I'm sure you've got better things to do than listen to somethin' like that.

[ Besides, it seems to him that this ship's captain would be far better suited to expanding on those theories than Lavi. ]