I still remained cynical to the very depths of my soul, treating the deaths of strangers with terrible indifference. There are huge numbers of strangers dying in the world on a regular basis, in agony, disease, starvation, violence.... Nothing changes from the fact that some of them died before my eyes or at my hands. And why would I care about the lives of soldiers? I don't know them, they don't know me. Sure, some have families, wives, children, dreams, debts and other nonsense of the living, but what do I care? It's their duty to die for other people's goals, it's their job and there's nothing to think about it too much.
Avatar The Last Airbender: Spirit
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