He had to admire their spirit. It felt true to him. Innocent. Even though their blades had cut flesh like the rest. That kindled fresh hope in him. He could not fight for the Truehards; not for Huff. But he could fight for men and women like these. Men and women who were shackled by the sway of their betters, just like him. In that moment, for the first time for centuries, he felt camaraderie.
