Knight_light
Jiaoze-Mozeqiu
LOTS OF TW : (no spoils so pls go to the "info" chapter)
War was another kind of horror: a gruesome, bloody and unfair feast, where only the luckiest or maybe the most deranged were crowned of golden bay leaf.
What a prize.
Bloodied hands, cheered names, and the foreign feeling of having once humanity.
Even if he left his past behind, more by necessity than real choice, he would never stand with such unfairness. He knew both sides, they were his past, his present and his future. He had been familiar with the comforting presence of the Abundance, the safety of life itself, and the nightmarish tremor of rotting alive. Then, he will live surrounded by the constant satisfaction of victory, knowing that he will be part of those who rule the law of the strongest, and the constant memories of the SINS committed for the better great of your nation.
Even if it was his destiny -if there is such thing as destiny-, he remained a child of Merciful Medicus
After all
Old habits die hard.
Moze never felt like he belonged in the Yoaqing, but neither in the sect. He was too different, ripped of his childhood but also way too rootted into traditions to behave. He coudn't even hope for slavation, his soul was as putrid as the rotting corpses at his feets.
He couldn't even understand where all those strong feeling toward the healer came from ? Jiaoqiu never wronged him, and yet, he felt as if he wanted to stad himself in the stomac everytime he saw him smile.
May Sanctus Medicus have pity on him.
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