I've seen your ilk
Time and time again.
You grasp for the faintest glimmer of hope.
Kind hearted fool you are.
You are blinded, by the very light that guides you.
So you stumble, searching for answers.
Driven into madness, by the things you uncover.
And still you remember what any sane person would rather forget.
You want to save everyone.
Pitiful, really.
You can't even save yourself.
And the more you try to help the more you will lose.
Wheter you risk everything for glory or offer all you have left with boundless compassion.
No one can foretell the consequences of your good intentions.
I'll never understand what drives you.
Is it your thirst for knowledge?
Faithful duty?
Petty revenge?
No matter, you shoulder a task far beyond yourself.
And through all your trials you realize that you measure up to it after all.
And even when the gods despair and shy from their duty... when the last fire fades and the abyss grabs at your heart
You hold the embers that burn your fingers...
and you face the end...
unknowing, deceived, yet always sure of yourself.