“It doesn’t matter if I hold them, soldier. I’m their mother. They’ll feel better if they die easily with their mother near. I love you, soldier. I love all people. You are my brother, even though my blood is rat blood and yours is human. Go ahead and kill them, soldier. I can’t even hurt you. Can’t you understand it? I love you, soldier. We share a common speech, common hopes, common fears, and a common death. That is what Joan has; taught us all. Death is not bad, soldier. It just comes badly, sometimes, but you will remember me after you have killed me and my babies. You will remember that
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