IRC-Galleria

I was born on a battlefield.
Raised on a battlefield.
Gunfire, sirens and screams...
they were my lullabies...
Hunted like dogs day after day...
driven from our ragged shelters...
That...
was my life...

Each morning, I'd wake up...
and find a few more of my family or friends dead beside me.
I'd stare at the morning sun...
and pray to make it through the day.
The governments of the world turned a blind eye to our misery.
But then...
he appeared...
My hero...
Saladin...
he took me away from all that...

I became a sniper...
hidden, watching everything through a rifle's scope.
Now I could see war, not from the inside, but from the outside...
as an observer...
I watched the brutality...
the stupidity of mankind through the scope of my rifle.
I joined this group of revolutionaries...
to take my revenge on the world.
But...
I have shamed myself and my people.
I am no longer the wolf I was born to be...
In the name of vengeance, I sold my body and my soul.
Now... I am nothing more than a dog.

I finally understand.
I wasn't waiting to kill people...
I was waiting for someone to kill me...
A man like you...
You're a hero.

Please...
Set me free...

My gun...
give it to me...
She's a part of me...

Everyone's here now...

Okay, hero.
Set me free...

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Love can bloom on a battlefield.