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Through war and space and this damnable parade, I have traveled to find her again, my life, my love, my home.
“But I have learned that giants can be felled with words. Words are our…salvation.
Dancer of Faran, the hand of Ares who pulled me from the grave to make me a weapon, buries me under my own designs.
And I know this war will not end with politicians smiling at each other from across a table. It will only end as it began: with blood.
Love is the stars, and its light carries on long after death.”
“Well, then they can suck my beard…” “Now you sound like a Barca.”
My grandmother once told me, “A new wound can take a body. Opening an old one can claim a soul.”
Dangerous game, judging a blade by its scabbard.
“I am Cassius au Bellona, son of Tiberius, son of Julia, Morning Knight, and my honor remains.”
“I am Cassius au Bellona, son of Tiberius, son of Julia, Morning Knight, and my honor remains.”
“I am Cassius au Bellona.” He pants for breath, barely able to go on. “Son of Tiberius…son of Julia.” He squares his shoulders and summons his pride to lift his voice. “Morning Knight, and my honor remains.”
Cassius looks at me and shakes his head. Let me die, he is saying. That is all he wants. Absolution in death.
“Don’t be such an asshole. It’s why there’s war in the first place.”
