The Battle of Garos IV
They call me a tyrant; a man of pure, unspeakable, evil. Do they know me? Do they know my name, my mission, my beliefs and values and objectives? Do they know why I am here, fighting them for control of Garos IV alongside the forces of the Rogue Lord Lupercus Darksword?
No. Of course not. They do not who, or what, or why I am. They do not know my mission, my values, my beliefs. They see only what their shortsightedness shows them - a tryanical, brutal man with the blood of thousands on his hands.
Making assumptions never works out. They tell us not to judge a holovid from its cover. We likewise cannot judge a man from his action without knowing why he has done it. Perhaps if people knew why, there would be more than just a burning hatred.
Perhaps.
Lord Ominii turned his head slowly and nodded.