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The midget was weak. The Chosen was strong. So the strong had to eat the weak, in order to survive, because the weak could not eat the strong. If you were without strength, you didn't belong in this world as the Chosen, who gummed now at his plentiful reaping, twenty heads counted down below, so short and fragile that not even the bident bestowed was needed for the harsh lesson of how the "real world" was, according to him. Them, and their maiden caretakers.
And the Chosen thought this was good, because now there was silence.
