Dirt, grime, and blood surrounded me, along with countless squirming corpses burning under the sun.
Such a disgusting sight it was that Farhad wished to just close his eyes and move on. But he understood that now was not the time to act childish. This was the reality brought forth by his existence. So he needs to watch it all unfold on his own.
'Sinful.' He thought to himself, wondering if the powers that acted here really had to go so far as to annihilate their own men along with the ghouls. Would they feel the guilt he felt? Would they feel bad for the dead here?
He can't say for certain, Farhad knows his father, a man that never held any remorse for all the cruelty he showered on the world. So why would those even stronger and higher than him think?
'Would I also turn like them?' Farhad understood that he was not a good person, he was far from goodness, to say the least. But he still strived for a better world, he would help an old lady walk the street if she asked of him.
