see the parallels with the Prophet of Blood. I cannot let them trouble me. We command through rage. At a level more primal than language. More powerful. I accept the similarity. It offends me. I direct that fury. This is the way of the Ruinous Powers. Of course there is resemblance. That is the great crime of the Traitors. They were once our brothers. They are degraded, fallen, deserving of nothing but extermination. The similarities between us only exacerbate the monstrosity of the offence.
