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I lick the blood off my hands, savoring the taste. Let me tell you, my friend, that there is nothing like the fresh blood of innocents in the morning. Every village has some, you just have to know where to look. In a pinch, however, even the blood of the guilty and tainted will do. It’s all blood, after all. Now, I know what you’re all probably thinking. “Oh my Gods, this man is a monster!” I would prefer the term differently aligned. Who are you to judge me, you with the blood of thousands of innocent Tzani on your hands? Hrm? My people, my men. I loved them, and at your stupid Academy, you killed them. Killed them all.