[ there's something low and seething on his end as he says it, a ferocity of protectiveness, a rankled sensation at the injustice of it all. in the context of the burning of halia, seven years to the day, it feels even more stark. ]
If we're forced to play along, I've no intention of playing along quietly - we all get out of this, and break it down in our wake on the way out.
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[ the smoke thickens. ]
I saw how hard everyone was working... -- no, that's not even the point. No one should have to earn the right to live. The very idea is absurd.
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[ there's something low and seething on his end as he says it, a ferocity of protectiveness, a rankled sensation at the injustice of it all. in the context of the burning of halia, seven years to the day, it feels even more stark. ]
If we're forced to play along, I've no intention of playing along quietly - we all get out of this, and break it down in our wake on the way out.
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