[ WP ] Make me sympathize with someone responsible for genocide .

They sneered and snickered every time he passed them. 
 
 Behind closed doors they gawked, pointed, and gossiped. 
 
 They thought they knew history: the history that made their nation as it is. The history that gave them the freedom to pray in their churches, marry whomever they wished, and to govern themselves. 
 
 They loved this history for what it allowed and gave, but they did not enjoy it for how it came to be… 
 
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 Vlad shuffled his cloak over his shoulders and checked his ammunition. *More than enough. * Vlad looked back at his commander who was ordering the shock troopers into position. 
 
 “ The rebels won ’ t be able to move from here, and we can cut off the refugees. Ah, Vlad! Get over here, put that rifle down. I ’ ve got a special assignment for you… ”, stated Commander Alozen flatly. Rummaging in a large crate, Alozen, with the help of a shock trooper, placed a flamethrower into his hands. “ You ’ ll be cutting off their escape… ” 
 
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 Except there was no escape, there were no rebels, only humans. Scared frightened humans. Humans that were easily flammable. Humans that wanted nothing from them. Humans that wanted to live in peace. But they had resources. Resources that Vlad ’ s nation wanted and couldn ’ t get elsewhere. He stood guard under the archway, the smell of burned flesh clinging to his nostrils, the screams of more people thinking the wall of ash could be surpassed. These humans surrendered the next day with others following suit. Divided they stood, together they fell. 
 
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 Vlad passed the last group of his coworkers and looked out of his bay window out towards the beautiful blue sphere below him. He had saved his own people, yet doomed another. A tear, a precious resource that was so valued to be shed, dripped down his eyes. This precious thing was what drove their nation star bound. They came and conquered. All for water. 
 
 “ War Hero Vlad! Come on, we ’ ve got more work to do you lazy oaf. ” 
 
 Vlad snarled, no, smiled. It was a thing the humans used to do. Bare their teeth. A sign of aggression among many animals and species, yet a sign of adoration among that species. Strange. It made his comrade back off, and made him feel at ease. 
 
 *I see why the do it. So many hardships, so many trials, so much pain and hurt. Yet a small semblance of power even in weakness and pain. * 

