It's not your home and it won't be your grave if I can help it. That house belonged to a family from that photo of town hall, or one of those frozen corpses buried in the park. We have no idea what these people went through or if they're even connected to what's happening to us, but you're still willing to spit on their memories so you can try to get a juvenile one-up on the people that brought us here? I know you're capable of better things.
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