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That can be thrown away when they have finished their purpose or when something better comes along. I hug Manor tightly knowing his pain... Why would anyone bring something to this world knowing they would die a horrible death? ..... The sad part is... to Manor. .. or any other Version. .. they must think that it's honorable. .willing to throw their life at any chance for an honorable death... Why should they only be able to make a difference through their death and not life? Why? Why? I kept asking myself, becoming more confused at the question while a fury of anger, sorrow, hate, confusion, and love whirled around within me.

I glared at Kincaid and retorted, "That's not stupid! They're heroes who died fighting for their families!" Kincaid said with a sneer, "Apart from praising them as heroes when you heard what I said, what else did they leave behind? How many people still remember them? Once death, there is nothing left. As long as the people are still alive, there is an infinite possibility. Their kind of sacrifice is just meaningless." I shook my head and said, "There is always something more important than life in this world. You will never understand."

I will promise I will protect you and will take every attack coming to you on me wholeheartedly. Is it bad to love someone to the extend that you end up forgetting about your own existence? But for him dying is worth it if it is for her. _____________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Comment more and more I wanna read your comments about how the episode was. Spread the purple heart.

“If you die, you have doomed all of the people in Portburgh. This is not a matter of pointlessly saving lives. This is a matter of three verses a million, and without thinking, you chose three.” “You are a dutchess. You carry that broken and corrupt land on your shoulders. Bear the weight of your seat. Otherwise, those who put you up on that seat were nothing but children playing castle. Your life is not your own,” he said passionately, “If it is honour you seek by doing such trivial things or to bring ‘hope’ in small scale circumstances, your death would have had no honour, nor impact. Those in authority would have spit on your name then proclaim that you were crushed by a horse because you

Political maneuvering dressed up as heroism. Ignatia must have seen it too, because she laughed. The sound was like wood splitting in a bonfire, harsh and mocking. "Empty sacrifice means nothing," she said, echoing my thoughts. "The one who dies must mean something to all of you. Not just grand gestures and future glory. Real loss. Real pain. Real love." Garrett's face flushed darker. "I meant what I said. I'm willing to die." "Willing and worthy are different things," Ignatia replied. "Try again."

"I just believe that dying for something you really believe in is a better death than dying trying to meet someone else's expectations, I say that from experience." "And what is that supposed to mean?" asked Doreon exasperatedly, pulling himself up. "Why do you always talk like that? You say one thing and I never understand what you mean, I never understand anything with you!" Then he ran a hand through his hair. The commander looked at him in surprise. "You take it personally, you should calm down a bit." Doreon snorted and threw himself to the ground, closing his eyes. "Living as others would like is not a life worth living," he heard her say.

David said insipidly. Since he wanted to build his reputation, how could he do so if no one lost their life? Additionally, the person who died should be of pretty high status. If not, the effect would be greatly diminished.

One voice was cut off sharply by another intense voice. “Without a price, I’m not sure if I’m willing to sacrifice that much time and money. It’s much more than we usually do.” “Vince, you’d be crazy not to accept. Do you realize how much money this could make us?” Landon mentally noted the two voices sounded different and especially clung to the sound of Vincent’s voice. “You think I need to worry about money? I’m talking connections here. Arroyo is really sloppy when it comes to his deals.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the pain that simple movement brought me “I could have died. And I would have been nothing more than a pawn in their game. Disposable to everyone. Even to my mother.” “That…” I could almost hear Atticus swallow hard. “I know Alpha Kaia is making a big mistake believing Arthur and Cassian, but it doesn’t mean…” “She might say no. She might even think no. But it would be a relief for her if I died. That’s why she didn’t come here. Deep down she knows that, without me, her family would be perfect. That’s why I no longer doubt that the Alpha position isn’t something worth dying for. In the end, it won’t make me feel like my life is worth anything to my mother or any

“Maybe. But if someone’s trying to bury this story, it means there’s still something alive underneath it.” Nora exhaled. “God, you’re impossible.” “Yeah,” Caleb said, sliding the paper back to her. “But that’s what makes you good.” Aria folded the note again, slipping it into her pocket. Her coffee had gone cold, but her decision hadn’t. “Then I guess it’s time to find out who still wants me quiet.” The air inside Valente’s headquarters was heavy with the scent of money, steel, and loyalty bought in blood. The building was disguised as a logistics firm on the East River. Rows of cargo manifests and shipping schedules on every desk, but behind the locked glass doors, the real business thrived