Technically It Was Just Rum But Tagging Is Complicated For Me.

Technically it was just rum but tagging is complicated for me.

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And so I continue to follow my brothers teachings

Until my body gives up on me, I will get up again

When I fall, expect me to rise

If you want peace expect war and I may not be god but I am death's tool

The blood may pour, but you'll pour far more than me

And when the peace finally comes

Find me in a field of flowers

Relearn my name

Because they had lied to you

I was never the end

I'm the beginning

And beginnings are always so complicated

So, we'll start again from strangers to friends to enemies to strangers again.

But it'll repeat again, and I will follow it's path

The chaos to regrowth

I will remain, upon the field of flowers and graves

These are my memories, these are my names.

There is two-fold Silence-sea and shore-body and soul.One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn grace, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless:his name is"No More

Edgar Allen Poe,Silence

Kaidan: Okay, so this should be pretty simple. Repeat after me; don’t kill people.

Miraak: Put them in a cage.

Kaidan: …Let’s try again. Don’t kill people.

Miraak: Stalk them first.

Kaidan: Not quite what I’m saying.

Miraak: Sounds exactly the same to me.

Kaidan: Does it?

Miraak: Yeah.

Kaidan: Okay… okay. Let’s try again.

Miraak: Got it.

Kaidan: Don’t.

Miraak: Don’t.

Kaidan: Kill.

Miraak: Kill.

Kaidan: People.

Miraak: People.

Kaidan: Yeah, that’s great. That’s it. That’s good. Now faster; don’t kill people.

Miraak: She brought it on herself.

Kaidan: This is too hard. I can’t-I can’t teach you.