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the warm air didn't help, not only was I filled with hate and sorrow I found myself consumed by it. The body's lay before me, comrades witch i had helped many times dead, right before my eyes. his work no doubt..... i rose to my feet placing my hand at were my sword should have been, it was gone. the echo's of the caver carried on, it was me or him, I'd kill him with my own hands if i had to. no i only need to find him.... the hatred in the universe.