"A world on fire. Blood on his hands. Beauty crushed underfoot. Black smoke fills the air as the great war machine spreads through the city. And he is just another faceless soldier. But as he looks up at the warships sailing through the air, and the chant of victory drowns out the wails of the dying, he knows this is wrong. He looks at the blood on his hands again. He looks at the man before him, bloodied and beaten. Eyes filled still with defiance. What has he become?"
--from my writing

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