re: eternity
Sweep the hills for survivors,
turn aside and search every miserable inn you can
find in this
God-forsaken place;
I want every breathing thing
assembled
outside my tent in the morning,
understand?
"Sir, yes. But Sir...well, they're mere boys, the lot of them. They'll bring back the beggars and the whores and the plague-carrying vermin of the streets - Sir, this will not bring us anything but......trouble."
What are you suggesting? That we should poison the wells? Subaltern, as you probably have noticed, this place is six inches shy Hell itself already. Man was born to draw his breath in pain, but damn it, I'm going to give him a chance to breath it in, if I can.
Sweep the hills for survivors.
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