Half Done

Auditorium, Roxley House.

Ander stood up from his seat, and looked at Omen before speaking, "If we go by your logic, how many of us do you think will be left at the end of it?"

His voice was loud, and it clearly rang across all the corners of the hall even without the help of a microphone. And, he didn't say anything wrong. After all, the saying was true, an eye for an eye will make the world blind.

Ander then turned towards the crowd, and spoke, "I know there is a lot of hatred hidden there. And, it is perfectly justified. But, I would like you to put all those feelings away for a second and just think about it rationally."

"It isn't only you people, who have lost your family and friends over the years. It is the same for us."

"But, what for? Can any of us even remember what this fight began for? Did it even begin in our generations?"

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