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He could have seen this coming if he read the signs. It wouldn't have been that hard. A few gaps in memory here, a few fuzzy conversations. It doesn't take a genius to figure out, but he follows without question. Burn this town. Smite this man. It never ended. His brother found distractions and his sister started to wish for more. More. More. In a land that is foriegn. Not theirs to exist within. He thought her rebellious. Why didn't she listen? She would still be among our battalion. He watched as those around him were distanced. Why are they so far away? Why can't I recall the reason? There must be a reason. There has to be. Without morals and memory what is an angel? Someone who fights for heaven? Or someone who loves unconditionally? She thought he could be used as a weapon without knowledge of his past. He disagreed. He would always disagree with her and the pearl state she stands for. Why would he when that 67' is waiting with promise of memories he will always remember?