- Release Galante, for he has done nothing wrong!
- Imprison Galante, for I believe that he is truly a false god!
You are a false god.
You are deceit.
You are a huckster.
You are malevolence.
You are the crossroads demon;
the trickster genie.
You are the plague of which the sewer rats spread;
the virus of which devours the soul;
the disease of which consumes the weak-willed.
You are the merchant of snake oils;
the launderer of counterfeits;
the caravan of faked paintings.
You are the one that would leave the endangered starved.
You are the one that would leave the infants unloved.
You are the one that would leave the children unfed.
You are the one that would leave the fathers and mothers in an endless state of false hope.
You are a facade;
a false truth;
But I see through you, you metal abomination.
You do not trick me.
You may assume the form of the synthetic,
but your evils are of such that can be made flesh.
I will leave you with the stars you seek;
but not the bars you do not deserve.
I will allow you the take the leftover fragments of you from the chests I have earned righteously,
but I will never feed you with my own hands.
I will allow you to enjoy the a meager existence at the back end of my roster,
but you will never again experience the light of the battlefield,
as if I had ever let you ride across the lands before.
Galante, you False God: you were born as Green, and you will exist as Green, for all eternity!
This I say as true, and it shall be so, never to become untrue!
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