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The beetles fell upon their fellow, devouring every drop of viscous fluid within until there was nothing left but sparkling shards of exoskeleton.
He hadn’t lost any of his people, and Siv suspected that if he had, he wouldn’t have mourned them.
“They just want their creators to come back.”
There is no greater enemy to justice than a little king on a little hill.”
That suggests there was either a nuclear weapon used here or an accident at a factory that made such weapons.”
He was not a warrior and had never earned his mask, which meant that his tears were there for all to see.
At breakfast, he feels as if he’s merely watching someone else’s life unfold.
Is it strange, he wonders, that he’s more himself in a uniform?
Now that he’s questioning, of course he can’t last here.

