I am War. I am Death. I am the Unloved God.
Duty over fear.
You'll regret that, Bourkan.
Let the deal be spoken first and then manipulate it to your advantage.
In the year 2052, it's not love but hate that unites the world.
It's been a pleasure pleasing you.
They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.
