[It wasn't so much about numbers. War meant death uncountable.
He reached up and put hands on either side of G'raha's face. Cupping his cheeks gently as he looked into his friend's eyes. He wanted to push G'raha away. He wanted to hold him close. He wanted the hurt in those eyes to disappear.]
Even now, you feel it. It causes you pain. It hurts you.
[Monsters didn't feel pain. Monsters didn't feel anything. Monsters were the ones that didn't care. The ones to whom everyone was simply a number on a list.]
This venerable one felt nothing. It didn't mean anything more than just a body on the ground when this venerable one killed his father. None of the ones that came after meant anything.
[The first life he took. A weapon used against its creator. Perfectly sharp. Perfectly deadly. Perfectly unfeeling.
He shut his eyes and leaned his forehead against G'raha's.]
You did what you had to. This venerable one did only what his father created him for.
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[It wasn't so much about numbers. War meant death uncountable.
He reached up and put hands on either side of G'raha's face. Cupping his cheeks gently as he looked into his friend's eyes. He wanted to push G'raha away. He wanted to hold him close. He wanted the hurt in those eyes to disappear.]
Even now, you feel it. It causes you pain. It hurts you.
[Monsters didn't feel pain. Monsters didn't feel anything. Monsters were the ones that didn't care. The ones to whom everyone was simply a number on a list.]
This venerable one felt nothing. It didn't mean anything more than just a body on the ground when this venerable one killed his father. None of the ones that came after meant anything.
[The first life he took. A weapon used against its creator. Perfectly sharp. Perfectly deadly. Perfectly unfeeling.
He shut his eyes and leaned his forehead against G'raha's.]
You did what you had to. This venerable one did only what his father created him for.