The worst part about fighting the Upper City is that I cannot smell their fear, that I cannot see the life fade from their eyes, that I gain no satisfaction in knowing that my bullet ended their worthless pathetic lives. They just come back later, bringing more of their enslaved toys, making it hard to even tell friend from foe until someone you thought was on your side has already put a bullet in your side. We must find a way to show them that this is not a game.