I know you're doing this on purpose To taunt me. To test my resolve and willpower. But know that whatever you might throw at me, with whatever strength you might wield, I shall always find a way. Perhaps in a different form, on a smaller scale, with fewer chances of catching my dreams, but mark my words, I will never back down. Even if there is but a glimmer of hope or a fraction of what was, I will march on. The wounds inflicted were vast and they linger deep within my heart. As I contemplate my next steps, I am left in awe of how you can still surprise me. I really wasn't expecting this, not even for a moment, not even at all. It just goes to show how much I still need to learn. Maybe one day, when I will raise my weapons and succumb to your higher power, you'll let me in on your secret, on your plan. Because as it stands now, I'm more blind than ever.
He awakes from deep slumber, only to find himself exactly where he was, exactly where he wished he'd never be. He is immediately surrounded by the spectres which haunt and the demons which ravage. There is little left to do, little left to say, but draw his steel and fight like he's never fought before. Even if his sword cannot render ghastly figures, and his shield cannot block their hailing claws, he will try and fail, and then try and fail once more, until they are either banished or he falls to his knees, then onto the ground, and closes his eyes, and he is forever no more.
