please let me go.

we know who you are, north. did you really think it would be that easy? that we wouldn’t see? we wouldn’t know? we wouldn’t understand? be wary. those who lurk in the shadows often chance to meet one.

When the dust has settled, all that is left are wounds from the battles fought. They will heal, in time. But you can never wipe the blood from your hands. Damage dealt is incapable of healing or being washed away, but damage taken only leaves scars. Sometimes, those who lost the fight become stronger than the victors because they learn to heal. And sometimes, those who won become weaker than the losers because they only see the echoes of a war won and feel the bittersweet aftertaste of glory on their silver tongues. You may forget. We may forgive. But really, is the battle ever truly won?

peace will evade you as long as the suffering you have caused remains in this world in the hearts of your victims.