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He perched on the petrified wire, black and eyes chiseled, with black bodies hanging from his beak with cold calculated blood cropping at his feet. And in his sqwak "Never more." Haunting as much as he was haunted, escaping ghosts that dont exist and in his infancy he could not resist looking down on a people far superior than he.
How could not a superior man see a race of people and proclaim them brothers, not to be conquered and broken, but respected on this shared plane. It was plain as day to me.
You cant defeat a defeated man but in time he can learn to defeat himself. He is all the time focused on you as a threat and he slowly poisons and cripples himself. He makes death out of progress and extinguishes hope whereever he finds it.
A spiral of self-destruction with the only outcome to say is "I'm better than you" and in their heart know its not true.
