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Letter from a SailorI have been called a murderer. They have said my hands are stained with the blood of innocents, that my soul is shaddowed by lives that were not mine to take.More Like This
I have been called a tool of tyrants. They have said i am a sword in the hands of evil men, that i am mindless, a machine simply following orders.
I have been called a traitor to peace. They have said i find pleasure in terror, that i revel in violence and the pain it may cause.
I have been protested in the streets where i live, where i grew up. Friends i have had since childhood have turned their backs on me.
They have attacked me where i stood, tried to humiliate me where i live.
A Little FriendshipAs soon as the battle was over, I disappeared. Of course, no one noticed. No one ever noticed.More Like This
A girl, no later than her teens, trotted after her brother, exclaiming briskly, "That was a superb performance. I think we all did quite wonderfully!"
"Yes. Despite some fair opposition in the beginning, you were excellent, Lux," Garen commented, patting her on the shoulder. She beamed with pride. "O-Of course," he quickly added, straightening his back, "a lot of the credit also goes to the mistress of the blades."
A certain red-headed lady rolled her eyes, and Lux snorted.
"I think we should be more thankful for the little one here," Katarina s
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