I've started to accept the issues I've made in my time. I've accepted the hurt and my weaknesses I've shown to my party, to my friends. The weakness to succumb to a power of which my kin before me have failed to overcome. Any Man would have fallen, but it had to be me. And I pay the price with the scars I bear and the thoughts that haunt me. I don't expect forgiveness, I don't even forgive myself. Though, one day, I hope to meet with my old friends again and apologise. For everything. - Boromir (Fict)
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