Puffing a long sigh and shaking his head, Mac finished off the remains of his second wine and leaned forward, cradling his head on folded arms.
"It's never one thing, is it? Here you have the Blight and civil wars and demons. Back home it's the Darkness, Hive, Cabal, Vex, Fallen...now the Taken. It never ends. It can never just be one simple, obvious enemy. And it's always so gray!" he complains, stomping a foot in the manner of a complaining child.
"It can't ever be just bad guys that are bad, always have been, always will be. Noooo, there's always gotta be exceptions to the rules, civilians, defectors. All these tangles. Stupid tangles."
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"It's never one thing, is it? Here you have the Blight and civil wars and demons. Back home it's the Darkness, Hive, Cabal, Vex, Fallen...now the Taken. It never ends. It can never just be one simple, obvious enemy. And it's always so gray!" he complains, stomping a foot in the manner of a complaining child.
"It can't ever be just bad guys that are bad, always have been, always will be. Noooo, there's always gotta be exceptions to the rules, civilians, defectors. All these tangles. Stupid tangles."