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Unnamed Terrorist – For What?

Everything seemed possible yet so improbable in this extravagant charade. No, this was little more than a disguised suicide mission. For what? His silent God? His dead father? His mysterious leader? And what had he done to earn this holy right, this sacred honor, this bloody curse? The Ghost must have known. He always knew. 

Huxley – Sonatina’s Words

Sonatina paused for a few seconds and then leaned forward. “That’s fine, but you did ask me what I think. If you cannot even talk about your mother, will not your memories of her taint your consideration of the case? Someone obviously is messing with your head. Could it be this Pardus?”

Huxley stared at Sonatina a long time while she just smiled gently back at him. It was an image he would never forget and a statement that would continue to haunt him. 

Tomadus – A First Encounter

As Tomadus stared, the man looked up and stared back for a few seconds. His eyes, Tomadus thought. There is something haunting there. Somehow, he felt like the man could see right through him. No, that’s not it. Not through me, into me. 

Yohanan – Spilt Blood

I already have so much blood on my hands that they reek of death and decay. Can they ever be clean? Can we ever truly live again?