The room filled with disbelieving gazes, the folder was proof enough of something but what that something was seemed to be up for debate. For some it was evidence of anti-council propaganda being used to sway me to the exiles side. For some it was the push needed to disavow the Council and their claim to be searching for universal peace, to which I was starting to be doubtful of myself. I stood there looking around the room at them and I felt fear from them for the first time, the fear of uncertainty. Because who could they put their trust in, if the ones they have been supporting and protecting were telling them all lies, and none of them were for the wiser.
“You may choose to believe the things in this folder or you may not. I am not asking for absolute certainty from you right now,
