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— I... — The girl couldn't find the right words for this situation.
— Foolish child. — The man in the mask, who hadn't said a word until now, intervened in the conversation. — You say that the art of war is not a game, but your reflections are nothing more than the naive dreams of a foolish child. Why, in your opinion, was the weapon you carry forged with a sharp blade? Why are the techniques your master taught you so dangerous? A warrior is a sword, and the purpose of a sword is one thing: to kill others. If a person wants to help others, they become a healer, a teacher, or a politician. All of humanity's troubles stem from disease, stupidity, and injustice. A warrior does not solve these problems; they can only help one side of a conflict eliminate its consequences. Those who embark on this path in order to "help others" are either fools or liars. Who are you?
— Diseases, stupidity, injustice... Is that it? And what am I dealing with this time, what fight am I supposed to take on?
/Revan, if I understand correctly, do all these potions, coffees, etc., have an effect that lasts for one day? Or is it different?/