Extract from the Recordings of the First Protectorate, Audio 17732a
On the eighth day of Junno, the sixth month of the year four hundred and eighty-six
Name of subject, Władysław Warneńczyk. Occupation, army. Status, alive. Refer to the recording succeeding for an interpretation. The following is an original statement by the subject:
What will you have me do now? Remove every kin I know and uproot this family for good? Toss them in the sawmill and be done with? Then what? What of myself? What will you do then to purge this old man? Hold, let me guess. The firing squad? The rope? The axe? Perhaps, the wheel? You have succeeded. Your Protectorate has succeeded. Won’t they give up their operation and forsake their hunt? There is no prey left for you to chase except corpses if you so desire. They are dead! All of them. Go see for yourselves. Buried in shallow ground, dig them up be that your will and forsake any humanity left that’s in your blackened hearts!
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Paradise is lost. The dream is no more. Death will forever be trapped in a limbo and eifer shall persist. The conflicts which rage, the countries which rise and fall, the devastation which unfolds, and the cycle of destruction. Is this what you seek to protect? Not to strive for a world oft with peace and a world ruled by one kingdom, mankind. But to maintain war, an object befitting only animals. I joined believing otherwise. That the Protectorate is means of change. Now, I have finally come to understand Mikhail’s words. Fighting the Protectorate is futile. Fighting for the Protectorate is foolish. Only the devil could best you lot.
Joshua. You know how he is. He will not relent until his enemies, which in this case, unfortunately, are you and the lot behind that glass, are dead and wiped clean from the face of this earth. The death of his son has not ended his story. That man, or whatever devil incarnate he is, will hunt you all to the ends of the world and then, you’d have no choice but to take a leap of faith into the abyss. As for I, I’ll make note in my calendar of your funerals but depending on my mood, whichever day it will be, I might not attend.
— Rickert Licht
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