Then I looked around in this place, at the chaos it's endured the way it's been adapted, burned, pillaged then found a way to build itself back up again, and I was reassured. Maybe my life hasn't been so chaotic. It's just the world that is and the only real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation.
I believe in death, destruction...chaos, filth, and greed.
– Why are they doing this?
– They're agents of chaos, Kevin. They don't need a reason.
There is peace at the heart of the din, concord in babel.
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