The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Boundaries shift, new players step in; but power always finds a place to rest its head.

I fought and bled alongside them; I should've known they’d hate me for it.

History is written by the victor, and here I am, thinking I'd won.

But you bring down one enemy and they find someone even worse to replace him.

Locations change, the rationale, the objective.

Yesterday's enemies are today’s recruits.

Train them to fight alongside you and pray they don’t eventually decide to hate you for it, too.