>be animal rights activist
>about to raid a chicken farm
>sitting in the treeline waiting for an opening
>start mumbling to myself
>"Steel. Stone. Concrete for miles. I wonder if there's anything in this world worth saving. Desolation. Tyranny. Enemy of endless might. I wonder if I have any friends left standing. It comes down to it, I'll fight alone. But I'll promise you this: friends, if this is where they're keeping you. I will find you, and set you free."
I saved over 30 chickens that night.