Don’t be a coward
you cannot change what makes the man, my naive love━━━━ but had he not always been a coward? even three thousand years prior to this night, had he not abandoned his own clan? his own brother, his people, his country, his home? had he not been terrified of his father’s wrath? ━━is that why you left?
his fear, absolute - and out of desperation he receded, incubating in the dark essence of his domain that used to frighten him so. even now it brings little comfort ;; it’s only repose received from the deception that its fate would be the preference between two dreads. he is afraid, my love. and not even your holy light could pierce through the terror he had instilled into himself.
is not power simply a guard against an enemy? an insurance that you cannot be hurt? is it not the coward’s gamble, trusting one’s strength to prevent any disaster? you don armor in anticipation to pain. you raise your sword because you ask it to protect you. and a coward becomes a king when he is fearful enough of what would come out of the alternate. my love, you cannot change a coward.
not when he’s so convinced.
