Happy Life
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- Yes, father, yes. And I am His punishing hand, - the knight paused, looking sternly into the priest's eyes so that the words would sink in better. - And you are the one who cares. And all of us are children of the Apocalypse. The mind guides the hand - that is true. But when a stone flies towards your head, the hand protects itself, even before a thought is born in your head. Never forget this, father.
He nodded for the third time, stepped away from the priest, and headed towards a new face.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
