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altruism
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In my view, a true friend would never rely on someone else’s dream.
They ought to have a reason of their own for living.
And if someone destroys his dream, he will have to defend it—even if that means having to fight me.



For me, a true friend is someone who is my equal in every respect.
Most people simply live by drifting with the current.
They let the dreams of others carry them along, and they spend their lives—dying for the sake of someone else’s ideals—without even realizing it.



This is called "existence".
But to be human means to have a purpose, to have a dream that drives you.
A dream is what sustains a person’s life and gives them the strength to overcome any obstacle.



This is something worth shedding blood for.
Anyone who lacks a dream of their own can never be my friend.
Such a person is merely a tool—a means to achieve my goal.



I have no regrets.
If I were to ask for forgiveness, if I were to give in to pity everything that has happened up to this point would become meaningless.
The thousands of comrades who perished under my banner—their lives would be reduced to nothing.



I have erected a castle out of their corpses.
It is a mountain of bones, its peak reaching toward the sky.
I cannot stop at the base.



I must climb to the very top.
If I stop now, their deaths will have been in vain.
But now, it’s all over.
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