Revenge: it's a dream of flames fueled by scorched remains that are lit to a torch and brought back upon the one who burned you.
I think it is important to recognize one__ power, one__ capacities, and one__ dreams. We were actually talking about this in the last men__ group we had. We were talking about these dreams they had as kids and how they just disappeared. They just seemed like they couldn__ even be followed anymore. So for me that__ a loss of power. That__ a loss of their power; their own belief that they control their world. But they need to understand that their actions matter." - Chris
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I think it is important to recognize one__ power, one__ capacities, and one__ dreams. We were actually talking about this in the last men__ group we had. We were talking about these dreams they had as kids and how they just disappeared. They just seemed like they couldn__ even be followed anymore. So for me that__ a loss of power. That__ a loss of their power; their own belief that they control their world. But they need to understand that their actions matter." - Chris
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