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No. No.

Then what do you want? Look, it's all in the past. We'll even apologize.

We can pretend you've never been here, just like those other folks were never here... All you have to do is walk away.

Who do you even think they were?

Huh? Whatever you are, that's what they were.

You thought them weak, and in that case, that makes me a weakling who knows not how to fight back.

...Ugh... Just get out of here already. We don't want no trouble here!

They were here, begging at your feet, and what did you do?

You will see your thoughts, your actions, become nonexistent.

No.

You're despicable.

There will be no peace in this world while people like you still walk it.

The Infected patrols haven't been to your village in three years.

The noble family that controlled the settlements here died long ago during the Great Rebellion. Everything teetered on the edge of chaos, and your village has been left untended for years.

And yet... you killed all those people even though you had nothing to gain from their deaths.

If you had even a tiny bit of kindness in you... you would've let them go. The whole village heard their cries, but none of you did anything until they died, one after another.

If you still had any decency in you, you wouldn't have done anything this wretched.

I hate you.

You will see them spurn all you revered, your life, your dignity and philosophy void of all significance.

No!!