I'm no intellectual, so when assailed with an eloquent argument I normally find myself overwhelmed, lose confidence, and back down. But not this time. I'd felt a dislike for Red Shirt since my first arrival here. Over time, it had occurred to me that maybe he was really a kind man who just happened to have an effeminate manner. Now I knew that there was nothing kind about him, and I disliked him more than ever. It didn't matter how strong his logic was, and it didn't matter that he'd argued me into a corner with his grandiose head-teacher discourse. A skilled debater is not necessarily a good man. And a man defeated in argument is not necessarily of inferior character. On the surface, Red Shirt's arguments were all more reasonable than mine, but that polished exterior did not compel me to support his position. If men's hearts could be bought with wealth, authority, or reason, then usurers, policemen, and professors would be the most loved among us. Was my heart going to be swayed by the arguments of a middle school head teacher? Humans act on their likes and dislikes, not on logic.
"What you've said makes perfect sense, but I don't care for a raise, so I decline your offer. Further consideration is not necessary. Goodbye." With that I left through the gate. Far over my head, the stars painted a streak across the heavens.