You cannot shake hands with a closed fist.
But closed fists are all around, on both sides. They have to be: death hangs over D-10 like a sick cloud, a fog of hopelessness that is pierced through at times by acts of hope and--yes, I will say it--love. MNU will fight us and will continue to enslave poleepkwa reguardless of what they do. They've educated the society, and now our children, that we are violent monsters only kept alive for as long as we are useful. When others are trying to destroy you, the only course of action is to destroy them. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, kill or be killed, because if you do not then you will be another corpse in the pile...another casuality.
But Hammurabi's code doesn't work...the more violent actions taken by the resistance, the more examples MNU will have to justify their cruelty. We're trying to crawl out of hell but only make the hole deeper with each action we make. It's a horrific paradox. How will it ever be resolved?