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The big, lanky Servant in the shabby jacket eyed his compatriot sidelong for a moment. . . and then he snorted, shaking his head and making his heavy tail of hair sway against his shoulders. He had forgotten just how [i]different[/i] his companions were. Even when they seemingly hand so much in common, things like this could just jump out and surprise him. He leaned forward and spat over the edge of the roof, tucking his hands into his pockets. 

"If God hated war so much as folks say," Rockwell growled calmly, "He wouldn't a' done so much of it." He turned to face Cao Cao as he spoke. "The prophet said that if any nation, tongue, or people proclaim war against you, and refuse peace, then go to God and he will give you a commandment, and justify you in goin' to war against them."

He smiled; a happy, serene, entirely mad little grin, white teeth barely showing through the thickness of that long beard, eyes bright as burning coals. "These folks are tryin' to turn back the clock on God's plan, friend. Take us back to the age a' beasts and devils - and that's not to be borne. The Lord gave this world to his chosen people, an' no pack of misbegotten sorcerers will take it away. No, sir. God saw what was goin' on, and how the unrighteous were workin' against his holy purpose, and so y'see what he did? He asked the prophet to set things right, and Joe tapped me on the shoulder an' sent me back down here to settle accounts."

There was a moment's pause, and then Rockwell looked back over the city, towards the slowly-lowering sun. "But first," he said contemplatively, "I could do all kinds of murder to a steak. You comin'?"
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[h1]Rider of Red - Cao Cao[/h1]

Upon hearing the response he got, Cao Cao stroked his beard in thought for several moments. In truth, he didn't understand a word of this man's reasoning. Heaven's will was not something he'd put much stock in over the course of his life, and he didn't care to parse through the seeming dichotomy of "do no murder" and "justified war". Perhaps that was part of the madness that made him a Berserker. 

Still, at least they could agree on one thing: the other faction were a pack of fools and dreamers that had to be dragged kicking and screaming into reality. That much, he could get behind. This world they were in may not be ideal, but to simply erase the past would be to cheapen the sacrifices that had gone into shaping the present, including his own. Life did not give you a do-over. Failure was never truly the end. 

"Very well. Our beliefs in the heavens may be utterly different from one another's, but we both agree that turning back the clock on this world is vanity. I can work with that. As for the steak..."

A nod. "Lead the way. I'm rather curious to see how food is prepared in foreign lands in this era. I don't believe I ate meat for decades by the end of my life, considering the state of the land I was in."