"Religion is such a damn hassle."
Leo stood up, looking out the window at the brightly lit City of Power.
"If it weren't for religion, if it weren't for the obsession with moral purity left behind by those damned Puritans, would I still have to compromise on this? Would I still need to find a so-called perfect spouse to complete this political puzzle?"
This was clearly just an emotional outburst.
Leo knew such a hypothetical was meaningless.
"Leo."
Roosevelt began to speak.
"If you find religion to be a bothersome restraint, then let's cast our eyes across the Pacific Ocean, toward the Eastern States, and take a look at that land."
"Over there, due to the extreme dominance of secular power for millennia, mainstream society has almost no religious fanaticism in the true sense. People don't really go to church; they don't really confess to God."
"But do you think the rulers there don't need to compromise? That they aren't bound by some kind of invisible force?"
Leo frowned.
