What made him first resist the guards that tried to seize him were the faces of the haggard figures that looked at him with a hope so very desperate. For them, he was the only one to ever truly show any compassion, the only one who had ever granted them the thought that even they deserved living. To them, he was something like a saint.<br/><br/>Looking back at the dead bodies, these desperate people were still not justified in such murder, but in a way, he was able to understand. The constant oppression only had made them desperate enough to become, by law, criminals. This law the guardsmen perpetrated had to be wrong if it allowed for such a cleft between rich and poor to exist that the latter willingly became murderers rather than suffer any longer.<br/><br/>Grasping his weapon, Morr once again charged at the upholders of the law, behind him the crowd once again erupting in triumphant cries as they followed him to what they thought was victory.