these soulless knights are never content unless they feel the force of a thousand screaming, galloping horses behind them. and that's all good and well enough when they are put to a task but they're good for nothing else. not fully human, not fully intelligent; they operate on strings of hollow principle and pain. let them pushed on by pointed sticks in the hands of a fuller constitution.
they are for nothing but what they are set to and have been at the forefront for too long. shouldn't the hands that create also harness?
