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But what God were they worshipping?
In his hands, animals driven by instinct, and across from him, humans driven by free will. Among these creatures mired in clay, who were the true monsters?
He went back for Staka and took the road to the village, damning in his heart the commander, his katiba, and all the murderers and warmongers prostituting God to their ends. A God that could still console him for the cruelty of man through the gentleness of his bees.
