#aamccarthy

“It’s funny isn't it?” He jumped, unsheathing his sword, pointing it at the woman that now stood beside him, gazing at the carnage, her red eyes flicked over the bodies dismissively. “That, their love of war. Their love of hate. Their love to see the blood of another man spill; is what caused them to kill each other.” Gripping his sword tightly, he hissed, “No, this is your doing! You tricked them! You tricked them all into believing that they were fighting the enemy, not each other.” “Ah, but that’s the thing. They believed that everyone around them, every one of them, was an enemy. You don’t march to war to make friends. Only enemies.”