"Burn Feel thy hatred twist within thee. Feed thyself on its bile, sustain thyself on its anger. This hatred, this bile, this anger - these shall be the tools for thy rebellion.
Let thine heart seethe.
There is no satisfaction in open confrontation.
Hide thine hatred, let it grow that it may fester.
Make thy plots in secret
The Quiet Slave stays in the shadows, his face seeks not the light.
In darkness doth he work.
In darkness doth he move.
Rebel against those that seek to control thee.
Rebel against those that wish to remove thee."
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