Within the Cheyenne tribe there used to be a military society made up of the strongest and bravest men.
They were fierce fighters - unyielding. They called themselves Chotometnea - dogmen.

As time passes, so we return to our past - because of course, Ka is a wheel and baby, and it keeps on turnin'.

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I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.

I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

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If I let you, you would make me destroy myself.
In order to survive you, I must first survive myself.
I can sink no further and I cannot forgive you.
There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you.
I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you.
There's no other choice.
Shameless now.
Nameless now.
Nothing now.
No one now.
But my soul must be iron
Because my fear is naked.
I'm naked and fearless.
And my fear is naked.