It's hard not to believe in them a little when I was raised to it, and when I have other reasons. Even when there's doubt, their trees have stood for thousands of years, since before there were men at all. Where other gods have sway, the people have cut down the weirwoods. There was a time when I could have had almost everything I'd ever wanted if I'd agreed to cut down a few acres of forest that my people had held sacred, to make way for a new god, and I couldn't do it. But it wasn't so much a matter of my belief as... I had no right to do it.
It might be better to continue in person. I'm in the library, trying to understand this war.
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It might be better to continue in person. I'm in the library, trying to understand this war.