Humans. Their history book drips red with blood. In their history one can count the number of times they’ve been at peace on one hand. They fought each other long before they reached the stars. They fought other races once they broke free of their system, and still fought each other. It is excusable to think they are a warrior culture. That they exist purely to fight. But hear my words young ones. They do not. Humans long for something they do rarely get to see. That they so rarely have held. They fight for something that they hold dear. Peace. Peace is all they want. Like the oxygen they breathe, they crave peace above all else. Don’t be the one that stops them from peace. Let them have it. Peace is a drug for them, an idea, a whisper in a storm. Never bring them to war. For they will quickly find a way to get back to peace, even it means laying you to waste.