I say to them, I say - okay. Keep the actual blood lakes to a minimum and I think you will not have to worry about disturbing my ban.
So of course the next thing that happens is they go ahead and have one. I guess that is humor.
There is a lot here, but it is not a waste. Not a waste at all. There is point. There is purpose. There is growth, even if others could not acknowledge it for fear they would fall. But this, this is not something that would drag me down. This is restraint. This is a modest pull from a deep oasis, compared to the last time I saw such rituals. When they have finished, red will give way to green and life will flourish here.
Besides. It brings some of my friends such joy. How could I fault them for this? They will grow from the experience, and I will grow with them.
... but, looking at the others and thinking of how it all has gone?
Maybe we should not do this very often.
Hm. I am thirsty too, now. It has been a very intense night, with the chasing and the fighting and the putting on faces.
I hope my turn comes up soon.
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