The Faith Militant are very stern with those who overstep their bounds
To die in the service of the gods would please each and every one of us
We have no names, no family. Every one of us is poor and powerless. And yet together, we can overthrow an empire
The poor disgust us because they are us, shorn of our illusions. They show us what we'd look like without our fine clothes. How'd we smell without perfume
