Volume 2 - Chapter 82 - Malthezar Oranis II
| Don't look at the soldiers who don't stay dead, Don't count their eyes or the holes in their head. They'll smile at you sweetly and wave from the path, And walk through the fire to deliver their wrath. You can shoot them and break them and burn them to ash, Yet they'll rise with the morning all covered in dash. They don't cry for their fallen, they don't mourn their dead, They fill up the spaces with new-old ones instead. The Emperor's cursed don't sleep like we do, They don't dream in the dark and they don't feel it through. If you see soldiers who don't die the same, Close your eyes, little darling, don't dare say their name. Because death is a door and a door can be used, men who walk through it come back more confused: A little less human, a little less right, A little more something that comes from the night. So don't look at the soldiers who won't stay in the ground, Don't follow the ones who don't make a sound, Don't ask why they're smiling, don't ask why they stare— Some doors only open. They never close from in there… — [Excerpt from: Information submitted to the UHF Cultural Intelligence Archive with the comment “About us (?)”. Origin unknown. Recovered from civilian correspondence, Stellar Republic, Kethara Sector, PFC 844.]
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