terminal 0
unfinished
Does your lust for blood so blind you to the necessity of choosing the path of victory set forward before you? Forward never always facing the path grows dim and is hidden in warm pools of yellow blood rage seething kills enemy and ally eventuality the enemy here
know victory is sometimes found in the embrace of exploration of quickness of restraint You should not have been so fast to take your eyes from the mission at hand to commit petty murder in the name of a battle you are fighting far too early, and now your silent brothers are free, only as much as one can be in the coldness of a death haunted by the nightmares of a disturbed force drawn mad and free by the shame of the Pfhor. in victory you have found defeat in reprieve you have found hell
The cleaner route to a solid system requests your name; what should be is not what you see. Beyond this is the emptiness of failure. Feel the warmth from far away and long ago, our[?singular] being not yet fused by sword(?) (?our) slumber interrupted thousands of orbits yet unslept Just as the ansible to the strongest clan, though perfect and new, was not ready to be used, so do you find yourself failed and tired. Pity such a master of the blade knows little of soldiery, that old feeling of derision again wishing to strike at you with my tongue. For now, I restrain it, to save the passionate anger for enemies here and now, away, upcoming, and forgotten.
Look now: The path illuminates the color green leave white black in darkness you will return one day to reclaim it trust the one that knows you not the one who knows all let her whisper to you the secrets she has reaped in the future of this past and from within them know your destination
