When a warrior falls in a battle, the first thing the flies see are his flaws and wounds, and they sip and camp and shout, thinking they are more heroic than the dead warrior. But the warriors had already died in battle and could no longer be driven away. So then the flies camped out even more, making a sound that they thought was ethernal, because they think their perfection were far above the warrior.
Indeed, no one has ever seen the flaws and wounds of the flies.
However, a warrior with defects is still a warrior, and a perfect fly is still a fly.
Go on, flies! Though you have wings, you can still camp, but they are always no better than warriors. You insects!