I'm going to kill my brother and then kill you on the pretext that your brother did it.
This is what the Black King makes people do. He drives them insane, forces them to kill their loved ones. And strangers. All the same. All heaved into the mass grave of the Black Army. In the end, what are a few more dead Pawns? I can answer: they are nothing. To the Black King, Pawns are no better alive than dead, no better whole than reduced to ashes.
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