Seven years ago, what we call a human - a monster - attacked my village and destroyed it. My family called the army for support, and none ever came. And the reason for that was because the general of the army decided that those in power, the king and his men, needed an [ his lip curls, as he delivers this phrase: ] "adequately dramatic demonstration" of the capabilities of the humans. He chose not to help, because he felt that the death of my people, my home, my family would serve as a catalyst for the greater good. To him, their lives were nothing.
The idea of sacrificing others like that makes me sick.
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smooches you're good!!!
...Sort of.
[ he's quiet, for a moment, letting that sit. ]
Seven years ago, what we call a human - a monster - attacked my village and destroyed it. My family called the army for support, and none ever came. And the reason for that was because the general of the army decided that those in power, the king and his men, needed an [ his lip curls, as he delivers this phrase: ] "adequately dramatic demonstration" of the capabilities of the humans. He chose not to help, because he felt that the death of my people, my home, my family would serve as a catalyst for the greater good. To him, their lives were nothing.
The idea of sacrificing others like that makes me sick.