Ash in the lungs
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"You think I'm a murderer, don't you? That I've taken lives for some twisted reason, that I'm no better than the Fever itself. Maybe you're right...maybe not. But before you decide, hear me. Let me tell you why it looks the way it does, why the world turned to ash around us, and why I did what I had to do.
They call it the Gray Fever, a plague that devours lungs and nerves. But it wasn't enough to kill us all-they built walls, hoarded medicine, and left the rest of us to rot. I grew up outside those walls, watched my people starve, watched the people I loved fade into gray. And when the chance came to fight back, to uncover the truth...well, I took it.
Yes, people died. People always die in war and rebellion. But every death I caused, every life I touched, has a story behind it. A reason. I'm not here to beg for forgiveness. I'm here to tell you the truth. Because if you judge me without knowing the story, then you're no different than those who abandoned us in the first place.
So listen. This is my story. This is why I am who I am. And maybe...just maybe...by the time you've heard it, you'll understand."
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