Doctrinal Clarity

True conviction cannot thrive on raw ordnance alone; doctrine requires quiet contemplation. In the sheltered alcove of a collapsed scriptorium, I set aside the relentless rhythm of patrol and settled upon a square basalt pedestal. From my waist compartment, I retrieved a compact data-slate, its darkened screen filmed with ambient iron silt. Rather than rushing to activate the display, I produced a dense swatch of synthetic felt, drawing it across the glass in slow, overlapping strokes. The dust parted without a sound, revealing the sharp, violet glyphs of an early treatise on unified order. Words, like steel, must be kept immaculate.