The peasants, feel for them. Blood is in the veins. See the tyranny first hand; the king filled with zealous pride. Killing one by one, like a master plan with no chance of backfire. Possessed by the gun, never figured out if it was loaded. Containment. No reason to care. Passive aggressive to the one who cries. One hundred miles, it's far from being a prophet.
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