“Murderer? You call me a murderer?” He sighed, shaking his head. “A time to heal, and a time to kill, kid. This is war. We don’t get to play heroes. We don’t get honor. The moral high ground means nothing when you’re dead, and if you die for it and everything you love dies because you wouldn’t lie or murder or cheat, then what sort of moral high ground is that? Some things are worth losing your soul for. Some things are more important than you.”
He turned away, but not before I saw a tear glisten down his cheek.
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