Sai Zong nodded and then said, "Until that night, I racked my brain but couldn't come up with an answer, and he kept silent. When dawn came, we acted as if nothing had happened, marching off into the next war."
"Can one really pretend nothing happened?" Leviathan asked.
Sai Zong sighed gently, "That conversation was like a seed, it took root deep in my heart and continued to grow over the days, until it broke free from its constraints."
"In later wars, I wasn't as consumed by slaughter as before. I began searching for other things, things akin to war, that could interest me. He was the same; before that night, after each war, we would collect the enemy's skulls at most. But later, we started gathering weapons, artworks, books.
We destroyed city after city, but before the flames consumed them, we'd preserve the most precious items from the city, proudly calling them our spoils of war.
