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"I see only beauty in death." He said plainly.
"I find comfort in that beauty and it gives me strength, strength to kill without remorse." And his calmness gave me comfort too, and strength. I grabbed my rifle, and as we charged towards death we felt no fear or remorse, only courage. We were eternal.
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