"The Maniac, the Usurper, the blood forced upon you and then to be seen as unworthy. We move in shadows, leaving only questions behind. Silence would be golden, but we shall settle for screams."
We have an admirable goal, but we go about it like heathens. Some have forgotten the intent and cruelty has replaced heroism as the pinnacle of what it is to be the Sword of Caine. They are afraid of us and seek our death.
A ship without a rudder goes nowhere. As long as they stay out of our way everything will be wonderful.
They started out with the right idea, now they have degenerated into senseless rebellion without a goal but the rebellion itself.
Fools. Puppets and Pupetteers. Controlled by Them.
