Thinking some things outloud.

So I was thinking into text, figured I could make blog posts about it.

"So you let your sword rust, a relic of an age past, and forgot why you held it in the first place...

"And because you've forgotten, I'll remind you. It was never about hate, or rage, or pain. It was because you knew, deep down, that there was something important enough, that needed you enough, that you could compromise your own values for it, because you knew that if you did someone else wouldn't have to. You knew that you could create a world free from those troubles even if doing so meant you didn't truly have a place in it. And now? Now the stakes are higher but the reasons are the same."

"Then what would you have me do?"

"I'd have you do it again, one last time."