"I suppose it is, yes," he shrugged. It was the done thing, wasn't it? His thoughts were similar to Luna's - it was what other people did, not him. Not anymore. Perhaps there had been a time when he would have considered it, but he really felt that opportunity had been taken from him.
"Random selection. I suppose that makes some sort of sense," he conceded. Why not? Blast the world to pieces and grab whoever was left over. A sort of survival of the fittest - but more survival of the luckiest. But he did frown a little at the mention of a man. "Did he have followers? Others to rise up and take his position?" Dead rarely meant change when it came to dictators.