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In a world which spawns no ghosts, the dead may not arise with weapons and rumors of destruction. Thus the faith of reincarnation incites war while denying revenge.

And what use is pacifism when a soul may not be laid to rest, I ask? A contrast, perhaps. A reason in and of itself? With no final goal in mind, where is the reward for glory? Where is the return on self-sacrifice?

Somewhere within out hearts.

A Cu\'Odan is known for her achievements.
She is blood. She is soul.

Some days I feel that my blood, and my capability for blood, is my soul. I hold no achievements except those I have gained through blood, through violence. I have no goals except to define myself through the actions that fill my days. No end in sight, except to defend the ones entrusted to me.

My purpose is to be a guardian, but I make a poor sentinel. As a Cu\'Odan, I should plan, and watch, and build strategies, but often I find myself merely reacting to the violence around me. I don\'t truly prevent it. I only absorb it into myself, and it clings to me, tainting my mind, corrupting me so that others may go untarnished, so that my angel may live in peace. Yet, I find this is a hurt I cannot possess for him, a violence I cannot shield him from with my own flesh. I grimace, and gnash my teeth, and wail to the winds,
but I cannot turn aside his fate. We are doomed to have too short a time with the few bright ones we find, and we are destined to be left behind in the blood that is our shattered souls.
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