two honorable warriors, true soldiers, locked in battle with every ounce of their strength. their mission, their ideals, whatever forces brought them to that very momentall of it fades into irrelevance. they fight only for survival. no hatred burns between them, no resentment clouds their hearts. it is a pure, primal instinct: to defeat the other and live. for what purpose? in another life, these two might have been friends, even family. the circumstances that pit good men against one another, whatever they are, must surely be born of evil.
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