You have chained Compassion and Empathy too long in that dusty cell. So that words spew off from my mouth before first gaining approval from my brain.
The Two of you have had it enough, Though you have promised to protect Esteem, You raped his bride, Morale. Like the contracts made with the Black Angel, You demand our sacrifices. Ethics and beliefs have raged countless battles within.
To prevent any more civilian casualties I need to purge myself of you. Dear Pride, I no longer want to be on your ride.