We were praised for killing people. We were taught that once we were beyond our borders, we could kill combatants and civilians alike. We were atoning for our deeds as eldians and on a mission to save the world so anything was justified.
I don’t know how many times i stopped just short of trying to kill you.
I feel bad. I really do. They’re all betting everything on the faint hope that they can still save their homeland. But i can’t fight any longer. At least give me my final moments to live in peace.
If somebody told you yo die, would you?
Marley, Eldia, they can all go to hell! They’re all liars, every one of them! They only ever think about themselves! And i’m the same! I need to get back alive! You were supposed to die a minute ago, right? If you’re feeling bad about it, then die right now! Take the blame and die!
I guess you were lucky that i was a good person to you. It looks like your gamble paid off for now but this is where mine begins.
I do think we’re worthless, and we’re definitely evil. You certainly can’t call us upright, but doesn’t that just make us regular people?
It all stopped mattering to me. Who people were, where they came from, whether they lived or died. I couldn’t find any value in life, including my own.
Scream and i slice your neck open.
What’s iost isn’t coming back! It’s too late!