"I believe that anyone can conquer fear by doing the things that he fears to do."
E. Roosevelt
Always moving closer and closer towards destruction. We were never blind of our inevitable fate, it always lingered in the back of our minds, but we always were experts at playing pretend. Especially you. Putting on a brave face and stepping up to new heights that we thought to be unreachable. Facing the ever present fear of leaked secrets; of death…. Sometimes I liked to believe I conquered great obstacles, at least, they were for me. I watched you, even saved you once, waited helplessly hoping you had managed to survive each deadly encounter.
Now, here I am. I stand alone in our final hours. I will keep on protecting you, even if it means I must do so from far away, and, for once, I will be the one who is truly brave. I won't stand back in your shadow of protection any longer. This time, I will be the one protecting you.
Death. I had been terrified of it before. I don't know how I ended up loving you, the Grim Reaper himself, but now, I will face it. I will fear others no longer. I will stand before death, and I will shoot back.
And I will die. I will die for you, and for myself. All of my fears will be conquered, but for what purpose?