"Oh well that sounds like a swell idea, why don't I just stick around for that." Rhade took his drink and raised his glass, "To hell. Looks like you've been through it too. Cheers."
He looked down, remembering his three children, his wife Jillian. Louisa. None of them deserved to die like that. At the hands of Magog. He tried to protect her. So damn hard, but protecting a nation of pacifists with only a few people was down right impossible. And here? Now he was stuck here, with no Nietzschean female in sight. His genes were going to die with him. Fabulous. Just fabulous.
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He looked down, remembering his three children, his wife Jillian. Louisa. None of them deserved to die like that. At the hands of Magog. He tried to protect her. So damn hard, but protecting a nation of pacifists with only a few people was down right impossible. And here? Now he was stuck here, with no Nietzschean female in sight. His genes were going to die with him. Fabulous. Just fabulous.