So you don’t know how many you’ve killed. You don’t even remember what their faces looked like or what they were called. [His rage builds like a storm flashing for lightning on the horizon. With it comes a sigh and he shakes his head.]
You don’t even know how wrong it is to take lives like that. That isn’t the good of the many out laying the needs of the few. It’s just murder!
[He takes one step back. He won’t ask to be the sacrifice again. But he will still fight with words for as much information he can.]
You don’t know what happens to them. Anyone who enters this city who wasn’t born with the rules goes to their death. It doesn’t matter what their intentions were. You don’t even bother to wonder why all this happens.
You just work for a city that could turn on you at any rule broken. You would be right here with me if anyone had caught your voice being raised. Any I wrong?
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You don’t even know how wrong it is to take lives like that. That isn’t the good of the many out laying the needs of the few. It’s just murder!
[He takes one step back. He won’t ask to be the sacrifice again. But he will still fight with words for as much information he can.]
You don’t know what happens to them. Anyone who enters this city who wasn’t born with the rules goes to their death. It doesn’t matter what their intentions were. You don’t even bother to wonder why all this happens.
You just work for a city that could turn on you at any rule broken. You would be right here with me if anyone had caught your voice being raised. Any I wrong?