| Home again, home again. [Harmonia] |
[20 Dec 2008|01:37am] |
Ares had had enough of wandering. Georgia was a brilliant, slate-gray place of death and barely concealed war, and it had been entertaining enough. Athens rediscovered the joy of setting fire to civilian homes and property after police gunned down a teenager; so it wasn't war in its truest sense, but the riots had been as close as the area had gotten in a while, making it worth seeing for that reason alone. And then there had been a quick trip to Rwanda to look in on the International Criminal Tribunal and the ever-busy army they claimed to hold in check.
'War crimes.' What in the name of all that was holy or otherwise was a war crime. Fucking untenable oxymoron.
( Perhaps... )
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