Soren takes a drag of his cigarette, standing in the pale light of a lone streetlamp in a dark alley... he knew deep down he wanted to be a Spartan, to be one of those symbols of humanity's strength. What he didn't know was he already was a symbol of strength - his wife and son, who desparately wanted him to abandon this idea of Spartans and be a loving partner and father, saw him as the strongest man in the galaxy. If he could only let sleeping dogs lie............

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