We are the people who live to die. There are no better words for us. It's hard to write down because feelings cannot be described with words. But I will try.
We are the people who live to die. Yes. We have no hope left. We fight a fight we will not win, but we try to hurt our enemies nonetheless. Because we have nothing to lose. We fight because they ripped our hearts out and we want to die, but our enemies have to be punished. We have no love and no mercy left, because those we loved and pitied are dead. At night, we sit around the fire. Some cry, because they hoped to die.
We rip our hearts out, because we don't need them anymore. We rip our hearts out, sometimes literally. I have talked to one of them. He said when the pain of the loss grew too great, he went to a witch and they gave him a new heart and it's better now. He feels more useful. They are the strongest. They don't live long, three, four days and then they die, forever. They burn bright and fast.
Look in our eyes and see the truth. We will not give up because we want to take you with us when we die. We wear our armour not for safety, but to say that we want to die. We pray to the Old Gods because we want to die. We carry two weapons, because we can do more damage and we don't need a shield.
We are the people who live to die.