They call me terrorist. Radical. Zealot. All because I obey the ancient laws of my people, the Fury, and punish those who do not. Because I do not forgive your people, for taking the lives of my father, and his father, as his father before him. A thousand years of war between us WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN!
'You can't do this! Our government signed a peace treaty!' Elizabeth screamed.
'My government knows no shame. You Gileans and your culture are a disease.'
'You... will never rule Gilead' she spat.
'No' he retorted.
'I WILL CURE IT!'
Legion swung the head of his hammer down onto her head. Her spine splintered, her neck broke, her brain turned to mush. Her blood ran out of her mouth and across the floor of the Eyrie.
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