Yelling gotta make a living, I dove straight into the middle of them. I am not exaggerating; if I spotted these punks out in broad daylight right in the middle of a crowd before I died—let alone in a dark alleyway—I would have pissed my pants, but after everything I've gone through inside Hell, I'm cracking onions on their horned heads right now.
What a bizarre creature a human being actually is. They are fragile physically, mentally, and spiritually, weak, and passionate when it comes to destroying themselves, but when it actually comes down to adapting, they are skilled.
If the biggest coward dropped in here, three months later they'd march straight toward their king yelling did they hand you out to me for free? We are standing at that specific checkpoint; fueled by the sheer adrenaline of the heroism surging through us from looting the Blessings, we are brawling.
