Wild choices are made that call for blood,
Yet we make our own choices, my one true brother.
Born, not out of greed, hate or fear, but love.
Though you protest out of the deep bond we share.
Listen, Duncan, not to the heart, but to the mind.
I know we have no choice, also how much you care.
We can wait no longer, we are out of time.
When the choice is made, one of us will be dead.
So fight me, Duncan, know that when this is done.
I choose to who I give my power and my head.
In the end there can be only one.
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