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There are two reasons to fight. They are to fight for your own personal gain and to fight for your friends. I always thought that I fought for myself, but ever since the World Destruction Committee became from just me to a group of three, I think my reason changed. At first, the only reason I fought was for my brother. He was one of the few people I cared for in my life besides my mother and father. When they both died, I was the one that had to take care of him. Life was harsh for us and the Ferals weren't making life any easier, but we somehow pulled through. Then one day, he told me that he wanted to join the Golden Lions to fight back ag