Stop this, Jack thinks, and then says it out loud. "Stop this.
"You thrive on fear, but what does it really do? Your worshipers are gone--they have forgotten you, they have moved on, if any of their descendants still live. And now you only have followers who cower before you.
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"You thrive on fear, but what does it really do? Your worshipers are gone--they have forgotten you, they have moved on, if any of their descendants still live. And now you only have followers who cower before you.
"We will not cower. We are not afraid."