There is no other way; you must kill to survive, kill to say something. You have to choose to be strong and choose to stand up against the terror that others have wrought about the land and the sky. You can choose to be a coward, or you can choose to stand behind a cause that might cost you your life.
I have never believed these things, but I wear them like a badge.
Like my mentor before me, my life chose me. It chose all of us. It chose our opposition too, and I know I can taste their regret as I slice through their tenderly sown clothing, the skin their lovers have gently kissed, the organs that have diligently kept this person alive for many years in spite of any virulent invader that crossed their paths, and I allow the words that have bound me to my promises to move my hand in its destructive path.
I have never known what it is that I am fighting for, but I have seen enough to last me a lifetime.
My relationships with others are now limited to what we are supposed to know as "brotherhood," but all I feel is disdain for all of us, with our eyes cursed to be covered by hawk-peaked hoods for the rest of time. We become part of the shadows, cold blades in the darkness, with no remorse, no fear, and no consequences.
Of course there is no fear; only those with something to lose are afraid.
In time, my body stopped aching for affection, however. My heart no longer ached for home. My soul no longer felt heavy, if it stayed at all. The only important part of my life was bound to my wrist, and it still is.
I did not choose my design, but on I will press, numbly.
Sorry for the short length here! I haven't posted in a while, so I thought I'd post something that I wrote recently... I love AC. :D Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates!