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"Ares, I'm a bad person, aren't I?" asked Gregor.
Ares looked at his bond. It was true that the boy had done some bad stuff. In battle he had killed and maimed seemingly hundreds, if not thousands of creatures in the course of a year. The kid was a rager, a natural born killer that, if he wasn't stopped or he didn't gain control of himself, would kill until all were dead.
A rager could not control their bodies when raging, making it all the harder to gain control. He is willing to do great good that no one else would have considered. He is willing to jump off cliffs friends; and happy to dive into a whirl pools for a potential enemy and refused to kill pups even when he knew it would grow up to do great evil. The child was quite possibly, despite the ability to do great crimes, and one of the kindest people Ares had ever met.
"You are one of the best people I know and my greatest friend, Gregor."
"Really? You're sure?"
"You are the only creature in the Underland I have seen willing to die in the place of another creature, regardless of affliction."