And yet I still fight for them.

There is a war on, and though I try very hard not to think on it, it sometimes comes painfully to my attention that there is no "side" that would unanimously welcome me with open arms. If anything, it is the enemy that professes acceptance for werewolves, though their freedom is the freedom to murder and run wild, which I will never do. I will fight and I will die for a cause that occasionally feels like... a very selective liberty.



I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying. It's been a trying day.