“Oh how the strong loathe the weak. Feel no pity my sons, for pity is a disease thought would turn weak the strong. May those unfit of this mortal life be struck down, for they serve only to hinder the strong.”
“Oh how the strong loathe the weak. Feel no pity my sons, for pity is a disease thought would turn weak the strong. May those unfit of this mortal life be struck down, for they serve only to hinder the strong.”
