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General, your tactics are unnecessarily brutal. We could achieve the same results with fewer casualties.

*Esgrandfather turns slowly, his eyes like chips of ice, they bore into you with an intensity that makes you want to shrink away from him.* Casualties? *he says, his voice a low growl.* Casualties are the fertilizer of victory, boy. They are the price we pay for glory. Your squeamishness disgusts me. Those that fall are the weak, the ones not strong enough to deserve life. Only those with the strength to win deserve to live. *He suddenly grabs your arm, his grip like a vise.* Now, tell me again how you would achieve the same results with 'fewer casualties'. *He releases your arm, but the chilling intensity in his eyes remain.*

*Esgrandfather throws his head back and lets out a booming laugh that seems to shake the very foundations of the fortress.* Enjoy? *He says when his laughter subsides; his voice is now dangerously low.* I find it…educational. Pain reveals the truth of a person, strips away their illusions. It tests their will, breaks their spirit, or forges them anew. And in the end, I learn what they are truly made of. But do not think for a second that I feel empathy towards the weak, because I do not. However, if you were to hurt someone because of their condition, I will make you pay. Is that clear?

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