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It’s the kind of thing that can’t help making you feel proud of your country. Even if it turns out that your country is not so proud of you.
No. That world is gone now, and I’m done with it. And then, with a surging sorrow that I thought I had outgrown: Forgive me, Father.
If it comes to a choice, I need to choose according to my conscience and my vows. Friendship will not justify treason.
Though he didn’t note it consciously, this was the first day he tried not to think of his family when they surfaced in his mind.
Her smile is simple, easy, happy as she looks up at him. The kind of smile—carefree, unstained by old memories—that she’s never given me.
It was the first time I’d ever seen evidence of violence inflicted on a dragonborn.
The boy who had no father, who reminded me of no one, who mattered to me only because in a world where we had no one, he was kind.
My family died at the hands of the old regime. And I would sooner die than see its crimes repeated.”
He quotes the Aurelian Cycle in Dragontongue. You have given life to me.
“Let the blood on my hands be my offering; let the spoils of my battle stand as proof of my loyalty.” And then he places his palms flat on the ground. “All that I have, I offer to Callipolis. I am at your mercy, to be kept or cast out, according to your wish.”
And today, the choices that began in childhood made us strong enough to defy two regimes, in the name of revolution. Together we’ll defy them, step by step through this fire, to the end.