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First and last, He says, Thoughts in the past. Things forgotten By the world Seen nought with thine own eyes But with mine. Forgotten deaths, Forgotten lies, Seen through mine eyes. Silent screams go unheard, Not discovered until morning When the rot is thriving And the blood is found. Traitors, He says, Anger in his eyes, Traitors untreated and undiscovered - The death of all. Do you know what it's like, child, To watch them die? Do you know what it's like, child, To hear thine own children's screams? Do you know what it's like, child, To smell your love's fresh blood in the air, To taste it on your lips? Do you kn

Time is not my friend, nor is the concept of the thing. Time is against me, making my birth soon after it started for us sentient beings. To know the things I know, to know exactly what will happen to the people I care for... it is not a pleasant thing. I can't even warn them of the... the atrocities they'll face, I can't prevent it. I can't do anything but watch and hope that they won't get hurt too badly - hope that I don't cause their pain. What can truly be done? These people are weak, unstable. They run in packs, driven by their emotions - how can they be so organized? Renau has pulled them together, but they're splitting apart. They're