While the enemy was losing the battle today, they cried out to us, “Memento Mori, we are human too! We are in pain and we are dying!”. I answered them, hoping they would listen, “Break off your pact with the Dread Army! That is what is killing you! Walk away and take your life back! I know it’s all you’ve ever known, and walking away will leave a wound, but it will heal! When it does, do not enter into your pact with the vultures again! You don’t have to be slaves to death! We’ve come to bring the truth of freedom! You were meant to be free!” But they wouldn’t listen and kept crying out, “Please give me something! I’m so thirsty.” I tried again with more urgency. “If you die here this way, you will have wasted your life on death and you will have never lived! Once you die here, the chasm will be fixed and you can never undo it. Turn from death and drink this life-giving water we are offering you!” The battle continued to rage, some turning and joining the Passerby Army, others dying.