“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”
“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”
“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”
“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”
“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”
“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”
“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”
“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”
“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”
“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”
“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”
“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”
“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”
“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”
“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”
“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”
“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”
“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”
“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”
“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”
“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”
“You hurt others because they hurt you.”
“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”
“You don’t owe people anything else.”
“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”
“What do YOU want to become?”
“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”
“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”
“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”
“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”
“You brought this upon yourself.”
“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”
“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”
“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”
“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”
“They will never bow to you.”
“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”
“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”
“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”
“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”
“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”
“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”
“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”
“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”
“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”
“What are you fighting for?”
“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”
“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”
“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”
“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”
“I wish you could see your worth.”
“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”
“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”
“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.
“When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”
“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”
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