[Oh, to sit. To rest. What torments were these! Every waking moment possessed in him raged of suffering, of shooting barbs that chanted a Crusader's battle hymn; A multitude of voices clamoring for Destruction and Retribution. Yet a weariness fulfilled and spilled into him, flowing over like the crashing down of the Red Sea.
There was nothing more to Give. Nothing more to Prove. The Paladin had sated his ferocity, but at what cost to the Body? Of what cost to the Mind?
And the chastisement would make him hang his head like a lectured school boy, albeit a very large, murderous, blood-covered one.]
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There was nothing more to Give. Nothing more to Prove. The Paladin had sated his ferocity, but at what cost to the Body? Of what cost to the Mind?
And the chastisement would make him hang his head like a lectured school boy, albeit a very large, murderous, blood-covered one.]
...O'...Today's...Holieh Thursday, es et nae so?