The end? This is just the beginning.
Winning seems like a far-off dream. Something that happened a lifetime ago, to someone else.
Now, I don't even recognize myself. This hunger inside of me demands to be fed, but the need to save my people is stronger.
It'll come down to us versus them, but the problem is which side am I really on? And will I be able to live with myself when it is all over? Living with regret is even harder when you have eternity to remember.
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