What I do, I do for my fellow sentients with the intent to make their lives better in the long run. My deeds, however reprehensible they may appear to be, unite people against evil and keep them united and enable them to reclaim their lives from stupor and injustice. My specter watches over you and keeps the malevolent at bay, maintaining proportion in a life too often rendered out of balance.
Remember me, and you remain equilibrated and alive.
The problem, of course, is that there’s a bunch of scoundrels speaking the exact same words I am.
How to tell the real from the fake?
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From the collection of writings EON: THE ANGRY COMING OF AGE