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Hold!
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See her hands freed of bond.
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This woman stands no fucking slave.
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I know you.
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Do I not?
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You have laid eyes upon distorted reflection of the man before you.
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I was secreted among the rebels,
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beard upon cheek and lies upon tongue.
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You stood with Crixus and his animals
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as they slaughtered my people, bound in chains.
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A deed of much regret.
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Yet born of necessity.