for, dying on the verge of wisdom

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why do they fight? he asked, unable to help himself. she seemed educated upon the matter, but strangely unperturbed by the battle that raged in her canopy, in her skies. perhaps it was a source of interest to her, or rather, a distraction, and his hackles prickled somewhat as his eyes fell to the curve of her lovely body — would the children be disturbed by the eternal warfare under which they would be born?