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[color=#204a87][i]He was alone on the battlefield after a cruel genocide.
“How can this be?” he thought. His body didn't hurt, but his feelings. Confused thoughts crowded his mind:

"Why did I kill them? They were people like me.
Their bodies hurt like mine, they hadn't chosen to be here.
I ate them; they probably had families."

He vomited his last victim. Blood spurted from his mouth. His body was intact, but his feelings were rotting...

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