He watched the faces of the roaring mob and committed their features to memory, to never forget the monsters that human beings can become. These mothers who nurtured their babes, who wept with joy at their children’s first steps. These fathers who fed their families and socialized as men. These sons and daughters who wished only to be loved by the mothers, the fathers. By the Patriarch, by the Luminescent. One day Dammar would return and kill them all.
