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It was just a shame that Morgunov had chosen now, of all times, to resurface. Parson had hoped for a few more years to prepare the young ones and root out more of the poison within the Vanguard's ranks. Only rarely had he been able to prove it, but Abolish had undoubtedly snuck dozens or even hundreds of spies into the Vanguard with the influx of new members over the last few years. Not to mention, he suspected several older members as well.

And with such a heavy defeat on the war table, the temptation to turn traitor would only increase. Certain cowardly fools out there would delude themselves into believing that they could surrender themselves to Abolish and be spared the same fate as everyone else. And others might just be broken.

Certainly, it would've been easier to give up. To just stop struggling. To let Abolish win. It would bring an end to this endless back and forth, at least.

Parson had seen it many times. Servant and reaper alike. Just snapping, one day. Murdering their brothers-in-arms with little to no warning. Going on truly unhinged rants, proclaiming to the heavens that Abolish had it right all along, that they should just put everyone out of their misery and be done with it.

That it was all pointless.

And Parson would be lying if he said that, in his darkest moments, he had never harbored such thoughts.

The longer he lived, the more terrible things he bore witness to, the clearer it became how unnatural servants really were. At times, he wondered if nihilism and madness weren't simply the inevitable destinations toward which they were all creeping.

And he wondered if reapers weren't trying to hide that fact from them, for their own good.

It was no wonder why Sermung wanted to die.

But even so, Parson Miles planned to continue down this road for as long as he was able.