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The taunka swear their blood and strength and life to the Horde, and he wonders if their eyes are as blinded as his were when he first swore the same.
It seems a lifetime ago, was, he supposes, when he tries to put a name to whatever his existence is now. Which isn’t often.
They’re motivated by grief and revenge, and he understands both. Only had the first to take him into yet another war that wasn’t his, but still wanted the second deep within the heart that had given up.
He remembers standing on the zeppelin tower the first time, looking down at the diseased land he had once cursed in that same heart. Remembers seeing the damage done by those who could make such dark dreams a reality. Thinks revenge isn’t always as nice as you’d expect.
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It seems a lifetime ago, was, he supposes, when he tries to put a name to whatever his existence is now. Which isn’t often.
They’re motivated by grief and revenge, and he understands both. Only had the first to take him into yet another war that wasn’t his, but still wanted the second deep within the heart that had given up.
He remembers standing on the zeppelin tower the first time, looking down at the diseased land he had once cursed in that same heart. Remembers seeing the damage done by those who could make such dark dreams a reality. Thinks revenge isn’t always as nice as you’d expect.
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