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“The further they'd walked, the more absurd it had begun to feel. As though not only could he have had those things, but that he should have â€� that they had been stolen from him. That the world he lived in was not how it was meant to be, but a deliberate redesign. In a sense, that was true. As a reaction to the demons, the world had changed. A necessary change, yes, to stop the spread of the corruption â€� but in allowing that change, had humanity not lost something? Was the war against the corruption itself a corruption; a darkness feeding darkness? No. Couldn't be, because such a war could never be won. All he'd done would be worse than meaningless; a contribution to their own defeat. That particular thought, merciless and fresh, had raked its claws against his skull. It wouldn't be smothered or drowned, and so instead, he'd tried to summon more colour and sensation from the surroundings.”
― S.A. Tholin, Iron Truth