kills me every time [joiners]

[beatae]

the ideology and execution of a war was nothing new to the ex-soldier. mikolaj had participated in it. thrived in it. died in it. watching as countries fell and new ones rose up to claim their place. when the shepherd had heard the announcement of their war against the pitt, allied with the typhoon, mikolaj had felt nothing. he did not feel the same connections leroy or arrow might have. he was not here when lives were lost to stryker's call and demand. even if he were, there was no absolute that he still even would feel something about it.

a pity, though. wasted blood over... what? to show off? it seemed that wars now were just dick-sizing competitions between power-struggles and getting twisted over miscommunications. politicians. presidents. ministers. if anything held power above people, mikolaj had so sympathy for their life. he had seen too many innocent lives caught over ignorant bias and mere discrimination. even if they could successfully keep the pitt from enslaving, it would just result to their extinction. it seemed all the pitt knew was enslaving and living off the backs of forced labor. they wouldn't survive a day having to actually work for what they wanted.

mikolaj simply stood silently behind leroy. his approach was almost silent if it weren't for his breathing coming through his lips in a warning chuff to the ex-prisoners.

"SPEECH"

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