A Whole New World
I looked down at him, stunned not by his words, but by the image before me.
Zion...once proud, cruel, and untouchable, was on his knees. Zion, who had never apologized, never backed down, was now sobbing in the street like a child, stripped of all arrogance. A strange feeling rose in me. Not triumph. Not satisfaction. Just a detached pity, the kind you feel when watching a wild animal finally realize its cage has no door.
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