We are looking at the city burning down now. Carthage is no more. I feel nothing for the men that burned or were killed, they deserved death. But the women and children… it was hard. They were crying, and some babies no more than a couple weeks old were separated from their mothers. The scum that bought them were obnoxious and crude, and we had to chase them away to keep them from stealing more women and children than they paid for. I can't help but think of the women where I come from, and the same happening to them. I loved being able to defeat the men, but destroying the women of this tribe is why being a soldier is harder than anyone could imagine.
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