"It's all wrong..."
I thought, closing my tired eyes.
Golden, shining beads escaped from under a strong grasp of my hand on my neck.
Blood has no right to be gold, or black. Neither unhuman has right to be human, nor the other way around. It's so easy for people to get rid of their human traits, ones we, Unhumans, work for till our very last breath.
They're sure, that they will show their power through destruction...
But when the world falls apart, true power is shown through letting the weakness in.
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