Upon catching sight of my features, he went white with fear above the beak, muttering, “No…that’s impossible…” Instantly, my heart grew heavy with rage. He knew what I was! He knew what his people had done to mine and had been complicit in their sins. Their blood was on his hands now. I advanced menacingly, directing him against the wall with my rifle. “Mercy”, he pleaded, noting my stance, “Broodmother’s eggs, have mercy!” I thought of my father, my mother, my sister, and the billions I had never known but lost. I thought of the world I had taken for granted but would never see again. I thought of my life, stolen away from me and never returned. And deep down inside, I knew there could be no mercy. That there was only vengeance, hated, and the debt that needed to be repaid. Every one of us, soldiers, civilians, and humans, would strive for the elimination of our enemies so we could be safe. That was total war – the irreconcilable fact that we would not permit ourselves to lose, that every one of us we would fight to the last for the right to exist. We were a race on the brink of annihilation at war. I looked at him, with great fury and anger, so he would know to tell the Devil to expect many more of his kind on the way, and pulled the trigger.