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The Garou
	"God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour / As one man more methinks would share from me / For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! / Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, / That he which hath no stomach to this fight, / Let him depart; his passport shall be made, / And crowns for convoy put into his purse; / We would not die in that man’s company / That fears his fellowship to die with us. / This day is call’d the feast of Crispian. / He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, / Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d, / And rouse him at the name of Crispian. / He that shall live this day, and see old age, / Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, / And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.” / Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, / And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.” / Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, / But he’ll remember, with advantages, / What feats he did that day."
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-| "The other Garou call us fanatics. They call us bloodthirsty. They despise us because we don't compromise. Newsflash: we are in a war for survival. Survival of our race, and survival of Gaia. There is no compromise in that."
+| "God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour / As one man more methinks would share from me / For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! / Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, / That he which hath no stomach to this fight, / Let him depart; his passport shall be made, / And crowns for convoy put into his purse; / We would not die in that man’s company / That fears his fellowship to die with us. / This day is call’d the feast of Crispian. / He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, / Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d, / And rouse him at the name of Crispian. / He that shall live this day, and see old age, / Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, / And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.” / Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, / And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.” / Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, / But he’ll remember, with advantages, / What feats he did that day."
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