~Diego ★ Vendrix~
Skies Above Birth City Deningrad
Micheal lowered his head, and spoke before anyone else had the chance.
"Why not? They're Winglys aren't they? They can grow up and become just like the rest of the scum we just slaughtered." As he spoke, he closed the large doors, ensuring none of the soldiers could hear what was going on. He didn't like saying this, but he felt he had too. At that point, Diego was shocked. That quickly turned to anger. Before he could say or do anything, Andrea decided to speak. She threw her cigarette on the floor and then crushed it with her left high heel.
"There is no way we are killing them. They are children and we are just the monsters they are" Andrea spoke with a very soft voice. "Didn't you see that display before, we are doing to them as they did to use. They haven't sown what they reaped so we aren't going to kill anything that is a baby regardless of what they are" She picked one up and it started to cry. "Hush little baby" Andrea spoke soft to it in a little sing song voice "Don't worry I will make sure that nothing will happen to you all" Andrea explained something to them while she looked damn good in her dress. "I wasn't that badly affected by the Winglies like I assume all of you were. I was just a maid with my mother and they did treat us as house slaves but they weren't that bad to us. So why would I do that to something so small and innocent. So don't you dare kill any of them"
Andrea smiled at the baby showing her caring side. However, she then said, "With Porter and Diaz. Are we really doing the right thing, something isn't right" she thought to herself as she faced her back against the rest of the Dragoons while holding a Wingly baby which was sleeping in her arms. Charlotte considered all their views, then spoke up.
"OK...I've been tortured by Winglys for fifteen years in that damn factory, had them ruin my life...but...these babies aren't those Winglys we know. They don't know any better, I don't think we should kill them. It could make our situation worse than it is." She said, looking down at the babies.
Diego still had his armor on, he then made it vanish , reappearing in his normal clothes. However, one strip from behind of the straitjacket was torn, having used to bandage Andrea. He looked at her before smiling. His impression and respect on the girl rose dramatically. "...'Sons should not suffer for the sins of their fathers; nor the sins of mothers be inherited by daughters' This was a quote my friend told me. He was a Wingly. You all saw him as a golem during the battle. He was one of the only that were on the fence between life or death. When they dropped him, he had enough magic to survive and was adopted by nomads. He hated his kind, stating that we are all equal; we have our strengths and weaknesses, all of us. I used to be a blacksmith, having be forced to get all the ore out of rocks with the intense ehat and such. I lost both my parents and my brother disapppeared. But despite all of that, I cannot and will not let harm these babies. They did nothing to warrent our hatred; their 'parents' did that, who left them to die," he said.
He took a breath before thinking about Diaz and Porter. "The Gigantos had a saying: "Revenge is done to retalite on those who wronged you. Justice is done to ensure no else will be wronged. In a sense, Mercy is what seperates vengence and justice. I fight so they can't hurt anyone else, my time as a slave made me realized that we are but blades of grass in an endless field. I resented the Winglies because they violated this oath and felt no shame in their hubris. However, they can also be viewed as a cult; my Minimos friend told me the only method to ensure the destruction of a cult is to kill all participants. These babies are victims of the cult just like we are. I am currently with Diaz because the Winglies have violated the natural order and we are trying to undo it. But I have always thought that if there were no Winglies, which one of us would be the monsters..." he said as we refered to 'us' as the rebellion, made up of many different speices.
"Ultimate power ultimately corrupts," he ended his speech with.
Skies Above Birth City Deningrad
Micheal lowered his head, and spoke before anyone else had the chance.
"Why not? They're Winglys aren't they? They can grow up and become just like the rest of the scum we just slaughtered." As he spoke, he closed the large doors, ensuring none of the soldiers could hear what was going on. He didn't like saying this, but he felt he had too. At that point, Diego was shocked. That quickly turned to anger. Before he could say or do anything, Andrea decided to speak. She threw her cigarette on the floor and then crushed it with her left high heel.
"There is no way we are killing them. They are children and we are just the monsters they are" Andrea spoke with a very soft voice. "Didn't you see that display before, we are doing to them as they did to use. They haven't sown what they reaped so we aren't going to kill anything that is a baby regardless of what they are" She picked one up and it started to cry. "Hush little baby" Andrea spoke soft to it in a little sing song voice "Don't worry I will make sure that nothing will happen to you all" Andrea explained something to them while she looked damn good in her dress. "I wasn't that badly affected by the Winglies like I assume all of you were. I was just a maid with my mother and they did treat us as house slaves but they weren't that bad to us. So why would I do that to something so small and innocent. So don't you dare kill any of them"
Andrea smiled at the baby showing her caring side. However, she then said, "With Porter and Diaz. Are we really doing the right thing, something isn't right" she thought to herself as she faced her back against the rest of the Dragoons while holding a Wingly baby which was sleeping in her arms. Charlotte considered all their views, then spoke up.
"OK...I've been tortured by Winglys for fifteen years in that damn factory, had them ruin my life...but...these babies aren't those Winglys we know. They don't know any better, I don't think we should kill them. It could make our situation worse than it is." She said, looking down at the babies.
Diego still had his armor on, he then made it vanish , reappearing in his normal clothes. However, one strip from behind of the straitjacket was torn, having used to bandage Andrea. He looked at her before smiling. His impression and respect on the girl rose dramatically. "...'Sons should not suffer for the sins of their fathers; nor the sins of mothers be inherited by daughters' This was a quote my friend told me. He was a Wingly. You all saw him as a golem during the battle. He was one of the only that were on the fence between life or death. When they dropped him, he had enough magic to survive and was adopted by nomads. He hated his kind, stating that we are all equal; we have our strengths and weaknesses, all of us. I used to be a blacksmith, having be forced to get all the ore out of rocks with the intense ehat and such. I lost both my parents and my brother disapppeared. But despite all of that, I cannot and will not let harm these babies. They did nothing to warrent our hatred; their 'parents' did that, who left them to die," he said.
He took a breath before thinking about Diaz and Porter. "The Gigantos had a saying: "Revenge is done to retalite on those who wronged you. Justice is done to ensure no else will be wronged. In a sense, Mercy is what seperates vengence and justice. I fight so they can't hurt anyone else, my time as a slave made me realized that we are but blades of grass in an endless field. I resented the Winglies because they violated this oath and felt no shame in their hubris. However, they can also be viewed as a cult; my Minimos friend told me the only method to ensure the destruction of a cult is to kill all participants. These babies are victims of the cult just like we are. I am currently with Diaz because the Winglies have violated the natural order and we are trying to undo it. But I have always thought that if there were no Winglies, which one of us would be the monsters..." he said as we refered to 'us' as the rebellion, made up of many different speices.
"Ultimate power ultimately corrupts," he ended his speech with.
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