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There is no honor.
Words that Wyliam lived by.
She knew that such a thing was true.
For how can there be honor in the slaughter of the innocent?
How can there be honor in deceit and mistrust?
But Wyliam can only look straight, gaze never faltering as her blade meets unprotected flesh. It is an order and an order from the Leader himself must be heeded.
At all costs.
There is no honor, she knows as she paves a path of blood and death for a cause she never wanted to support.
There is no honor as she cries for the ones whose lives she ended.
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Mouse art will be the death of me someday
Wyliam : TeenaPai
Next: (Varian)
MAKE EVERYTHING DE-SATURATED AS POSSIBLE NYEHAHAHEHAA //kicked