I see now that the embers of battle have yet to be extinguished.
Within me, the wish to spill blood cries out. The sight of broken corpses piled beneath my feet. The mountains of death.
I have abandoned that indulgence.Take your violence to those who can defend against violence
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We do?
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They belong to every dweller. From the birds of the sky to the trees growing from the rich soil.
Long after we will be gone, they shall remain.
They cannot fight to protect their nests or branches. So I must become their voices, their claws, their sword.
Do we have a common interest?
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