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Aren't you going to watch the battle? I need someone to watch the battle."
Didactylos was sitting on a rock, his hands folded on his stick.
"Oh, hello," said Brutha, bitterly. "Welcome to Omnia."
"It helps if you're philosophical about it," said Didactylos.
"But there's no reason to fight!"
"Yes there is. Honor and revenge and duty and things like that."
"Do you really think so? I thought philosophers were supposed to be logical?"
Didactylos shrugged.
"Well, the way I see it, logic is only a way of being ignorant by numbers."
"I thought

Something like a golden comet sped across the sky of the Discworld. Om soared like an eagle, buoyed up by the freshness, by the strength of the belief. For as long as it lasted, anyway. Belief this hot, this desperate, never lasted long. Human minds could not sustain it. But while it did last, he was strong.
The central spire of Cori Celesti rises up from the mountains at the Hub, ten vertical miles of green ice and snow, topped by the turrets and domes of Dunmanifestin.it would all be over when Vorbis was dead."Didactylos stared into his inner world."It takes a long time for people like Vorbis to die. They leave echoes in history.""I know what you mean.""How's Urn's steam machine?" said Didactylos."I think he's a bit upset about it," said Brutha.Didactylos cackled and banged his stick on the ground."Hah! He's learning! Everything works both ways!""It should do," said Brutha.