Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-36359477-20181214140139/@comment-37843592-20181231125111

(Was busy playing post-slavic apocalypse A.K.A. Atom RPG. And yes, I'll keep feeding your indulges, don't you worry, buddy.)

Exhausted, bleeding, and near death. The heavily armored warrior looked up as he rested against his nodachi as a stick to see one last remaining fighter in front of him. Instead of a knight, however, the masked samurai was facing against a divine warrior that fought for the Order and as the Chief God's elite hands.

"Why?" the Valkyrie questioned him. "Why do you fight for these monsters? Do you not see the damage they wreak upon the mainlands? You are human just as the rest of your kind. So why do you continue to persist in these thoughts that a manono is considered worthy of protecting?"

Silence entered the background for a few seconds, before a heaving gasp of pained laughter erupted from the oriental swordsman.

She gave him a perplexed glance as if he was losing his mind, but the samurai had much more say.

"You refuse to open your eyes, protector. You do not see the innocence and benevolence within them. I do not dare speak that every monster is a good person. But I dare say that compared to the humans, they are just as much alike in every way."

"So, what are you here for? To murder innocents? To achive your master's goals? To bring balance? Tell me, what is balance to you right now? Tell me, so I can understand what you see."