They were misfits, monsters created by unknown forces, things that should not exist under any circumstance. You said that you would rather shoot them dead before you spoke to them, believing that they were the spawns of the devil. So why is it, that when your world begins to burn and ashes darken the sky, do you turn to the things you so wish to destroy for help? Knowing full well that after they helped, you would just hunt them down like your race did for generations, continuing this dance of death, yet still they help, unable to do anything else as they're brothers and sisters die all around them trough the years of father time, until only two remain.
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