Your Brain Works With All The Subtlety

Curious,” Bauchelain Said. “what Is It You Wish Us To Do For You?” “usurp The King,” Imid Factalo Said. “usurp, As In Depose.” “right.” “depose, As In Remove.” “yes.” “remove, As In Kill.

Your Brain Works With All The Subtlety Of A Malicious Child.

We Humans Do Not Understand Compassion. In Each Moment Of Our Lives, We Betray It. Aye, We Know Of Its Worth, Yet In Knowing We Then Attach To It A Value, We Guard The Giving Of It, Believing It Must Be Earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion Is Priceless In The Truest Sense Of The Wold. It Must Be Given Freely. In Abundance.

Soldiers Are Issued Armour For Their Flesh And Bones, But They Must Fashion Their Own For Their Souls. Piece By Piece.

Morality Was Not Relative, They Claimed, Nor Even Existing Solely In The Realm Of Human Condition. No, They Proclaimed Morality Was An Imperative Of All Life, A Natural Law That Was Neither The Brutal Acts Of Beasts Nor The Lofty Ambitions Of Humanity, But Something Other, Something Unassailable