 They are troubled. Many are too proud, too scared of failure or dishonor. It breaks many of them, even if we try to save them.
 We are healers. But I think we must heal ourselves, first.
 I lived with them for many years. My first pack brother was of their Tribe. They are headstrong, proud, fierce, fun, full of love and hate and life. Be careful of them.
 There are too many of them, and their words were very hard to master. But, they have much to teach us.
 I suffered for my birth, my looks, and my Wyld curse. But they suffer more, for less fault. Some call them false Garou. Those are fools.
 We are dying. I am afraid we will not survive the End. But we have much to teach.
 It does terrible things and must be stopped. The worst thing it does is get into our hearts. Be very careful.
 Too strong. I don't know what to do to fight it, but if we can stop it, we should.
 It gave me strength, passion, and power. With madness that drove me to kill my own kin during my cubhood. Be very, very careful.
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