A long time later, on a far distant planet circling a far distant star.

A young sailor stops at the edge of a quiet square surrounded by high, austere buildings. At the centre of the square, a large group of government troops surround some workers disassembling a statue. The sailor lingers in silence to observe an older couple, also watching, discuss the proceedings.

“Should’ve taken that statue down years ago.”

“Who is it?”

“A murderer – killed their own people. A terrorist.”

“Why?”

“Political purposes, I don’t know – it inspired a revolution of sorts, I think.”

“Then maybe it did some good. Sounds like a freedom fighter to me.”

“Be careful! You don’t want them to catch you defending her.”

“You started it.”

The couple drifts off, saying nothing more.

The young sailor sinks off back into the cold shadows of the quiet city. A chill idea is trickling into their mind. Perhaps, they think, it is about time for someone like the sailor of that statue to spark the fight again.