Why don't you come to meet us face-to-face? If our benefactors are as mighty as they make us think, why do you always hide as weaklings and pathetic cowards? Many amongst us would love to have a direct talk with your kind.
[ With his fists. And swords. All written in the rage of the moment. ]
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[ With his fists. And swords. All written in the rage of the moment. ]