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[pirata_bello]

Oi, oi, now this is what I'm talking about! This place certainly has changed a lot in the time I was gone. Oh, the nostalgia. The grand old memories. That stagnant air. Those filth clogged waterways. The faint atmosphere of desolation hanging in the atmosphere. Really, this place hasn't changed at all

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[sorridete]

do you work for halmark?

[sorridete]

sometimes

actions.

you know?

they speak a little louder than words. and they're harder to take back later.

[pirata_bello]

True, but relying only on such baser instincts makes us no better than the beasts of the field.

[sorridete]

are we?

[pirata_bello]

Art, music, fine architecture, love. War, greed, hatred. In all ways, both positive and negative, our minds are capable of so much more.

[sorridete]

and yet we delight in the pain and destruction of others, no matter how much we try and hide it

THAT'S real beauty

[pirata_bello]

Something which is in the eye of the beholder, no? The majority do not wish to inflict such things without regard.

[sorridete]

you don't know the majority of them

[pirata_bello]

I've traveled the world, my friend. I've known many.

[sorridete]

hahahahahahhahahahaHA but how WELL?

[pirata_bello]

Hm? Whatever do you mean?

[sorridete]

ever kill a man?

or woman

or kid

or grandpa

grandma

pope

doesn't really MATTER~

[pirata_bello]

I kill to avoid being killed.

[sorridete]

then you know that you can't really know anyone until they're

you know

DYING

or think they are

[pirata_bello]

Not really. The men I killed were the scum of the earth, dregs who society was better off without. I crushed them, threw them to the wind, and forgot about them immediately.

Death yields nothing.

[sorridete]

it's funny!