User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-30014014-20161217054210/@comment-30014014-20161218031939

''His finger taps and traces on his tablet, yet it made less noise than the void of space. It moved quickly enough to insinuate immobility. It then stops abruptly, his gaze turning to the window. It reaches afar, a glint briefly simmering within one of the eyeholes.''

"So, everything began when a king lashed out to mistresses, resulting in a nation of war between his kingdom and the one besides it..."

''A sigh escapes his mask. One that carries weight of a long sigh''. "...And once again, a useless war broods with the people acting as collateral damage..."

He leaves his tablet floating as his steps carry him to the window, his gaze unending to the ever stretching horizon, most likely the warring kingdoms.

"Oh my Dwayna, it's the same in every plane. Fools glittering in their own delusion of golden canvas unable to set their gazes further than their own belly buttons. Triggering wars on a daily basis for the stupidest of reasons and incapable to garner enough brains cells for more than a few seconds to see how utterly needless this childish banter of theirs is actually is. And to think you actually have to deal with all of those 'man-children' bickering among themselves just so that they can exclaim out loud 'See? I was right!'? And him as well?"

He falls his silence "My apologies. It seems I asked a bit too much out of that question".

A thought germates in his mind(Maybe I should think to visit these war-torn villages after this.)