Irony is always the best weapon against fascism.
It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.
No matter how far from the war we run, it always catches up with us.
Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.
Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.
Lilt pulled away. "I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it..." She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. "Have we all gone mad to want this?