the feud [Theme] Page 2

- I cherished hope.

Patriotism is the religion of the rabid, Oscar Wilde used to say. [A blow to the neck followed] Thank you for proving me right.

- Look into his eyes. Now I know who our enemy is: testosterone, pride, aftershave. I feel better.

- Damn, Toby, everyone knows that he only sends edible bouquets to his enemies. So yes!

- I know these words, and he also said Real

He set some kind of trap. I don't know what it was, but he led them there. Again. He prevailed over them. Again. And he took away the only thing they had. Again. I don’t know how these tiny lives now settled in these machines, but now they will never find peace. Not like that. I have to call them all off. All of them. Together. In one place.

I remember the first time I saw an airplane. They were flying to the eastern front. Everyone in the village came out to see them off and wish them luck. But then I already understood what hell they were flying into.

There have always been heroes in Kontakion. And now there is. Now he needs a defender.

- I thought so.

- Yes.

- The fire inside you.

You can always find a good reason for a fight, but for this war I would not call them good. What difference does it make which god you pray to? A more significant reason is needed for war.

Give up your body, but bite into the bones of the enemy.

You bought. I bought. We don't like him, he bought it too.