LII

[puritanjustice]

Would that ye were flesh and bone, one blade through through thy black hearts would suffice.

Cast down to die among this rabble. The ultimate fate for one who held council with 'god-like' beings, and later defied them.

Humbling as the time leading up to his end might be, 'tis not a fate  he deserves.

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[puritanjustice]

'Tis him, and only him, who hath us an edge against the Entropi.