@tsfeli : β i see a dozen men here ready to leap on each otherβs throats. β
πΊπ―π¬ πΊπ·π¬π¨π²πΊ π»π―π¬ π»πΉπΌπ»π― π¨πΊ π°π» π°πΊ π³π¨π°π« πΆπΌπ» π©π¬ππΆπΉπ¬ π―π°π΄. survival is a song written in stone. as old as the land they reside on and half as sturdy. the ages have hardened them all.
β i raise a host of men ready to fight for their own people. for the land they come from. β cregan starts , a bit stiff in light of the truth being stripped down before him. β and yet not a man among them would blame the other for valuing their own life with a blade to their throat. β it's a vague statement , and branching with questions. he couldn't answer them all , not in a thousand lifetimes. he does not forget a single sacrifice made in the name of his homeland.
β a living man has everything to lose. and a dying man has only his life. are we so different? β
