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NOTE TO SELF:
It isn’t a question of grit.
All the willpower in the universe can’t stop beings who, existing from time immemorial, achieve domination through harvesting life like we would stalks of wheat in a field.
The resolve to choose: suffering on your right or brutality on your left. Calculation and sacrifice. That’s what you’re left with. Deciding which hand may wield the weapon, and deciding which will bring blows to your enemy.
There are no feel-good, satisfying choices, Shepard. Moral certitude? That’s a trinket for the future. One you many only wear when we win this impossible war.