The document inside is indeed the original constitution of the Republic. 25000 years old.
Volun draws his gun and blasts the side of the cabinet aside. A piercing wail of an alarm goes off.
"Someone shut that damn thing off!" he yells, and soon enough, it is silent. Volun approaches the constitution, and rests his gun against it.
"So delicate... so fragile... so easy."
He holsters the gun. "But it can keep its dignity. Besides, one more piece of paper hardly counts." He pushes a button at the side, and the shutters surrouding the room open up, and givre a fantastic view of the most privileged areas of the museum, including the arboretum you walked though earlier.
"The Vault," he says. "The great collection of treasures." It is then you notice, Jelena. Everywhere around you, Volun's men are setting up large incendiary devices.
"It is pretty simple," he says. "If Kuylen's men take one step towards me, the Vault burns. And they know it. And so, of course, they won't do it. The Z'Har will never let me burn their precious books. Anything else is preferable.
"I know, again, what you are thinking. That even threatening such a thing is monstrous and barbaric. But that is the trap they keep you in. You must look at the situation in perspective. Who is the evil one?" He points at himself. "The one threatening to burn books?" He points outside. "Or the ones threatening to kill people?"
He walks out the room.
"Something for you to think about, Jelena. That's all I have to say."
Something for you all to think about indeed. You are free to leave the Sanctuary again, Jelena. Volun will return to negotiations tomorrow, in case you have changed anyone's mind, though he doubts it.
And you guys can digest all of that. There are no easy answers.