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I came up with the plan to save the world. I organised the people who came, and pulled in every ally I could. The Nation didn't come, so I turned to those who would. I led them to Scar, in the attack on the factories. I brought Scythe to them, and I'm responsible for what the Ratkin did.
I was in charge, I lead the attack, I'm responsible for what happened. We saved the world. I saved the world.
But...
I'm responsible for millions of deaths. For the destruction of cities the world over, for the loss of lives, livliehoods and the whole way of life. The bodies I've seen on the streets are bodies I might as well have killed myself.
And for what? The world goes on. The spirits mark me an Elder. But the Nation will probably kill me for the allies they forced me to choose, and the person who was on my mind the whole time, the one who I'd have done all this for on her own, hates me now for what I've done.
So what was the point? Feels like I've lost more than I can bear. Like everything I've done was for nothing. So why try anymore?
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Date: 2009-02-12 12:43 am (UTC)