I will Survive
"Kill me," I said. "I deserve to die for my sins." There was no emotion in my voice. I didn't care whether I lived or died. It would be appropriate, almost poetic for Dart, friend and protector of the Moon Child to kill me.
Only now I wondered if that is what I really did earn. I had protected the world, right? Fought the Moon Child to prevent the God of Destruction. Only was the blight of the Black Monster really necessary?
What if Soa really did predestine that the Moon Child and the God of Destruction would destroy the world? If it was fate then all this fighting was fruitless. Then all those people would have died for naught. Then all those people would still be alive, to laugh and cry and feel the joys and sorrows of everyday life.
What was the meaning of it all? People like feeling that they are fighting for a purpose but was there any real substance to this? Was this all mindless violence?
"In reality, is all what I'm doing just pointless conflict? Is all what I do bring tragedy, pain, and sorrow onto other beings? Am I fighting for just a dead ideal that only will delay the inevitable?"
I looked over the landscape, but I no longer saw the endless deserts of the Death Frontier, but the faces and the sceneries of the lands. "Or maybe for something more. Maybe I fight to protect the people's happiness and joys. Maybe my battle isn't out of despair but out of the hope for the future. The future that can only truly exist if we defeat the Virage Embryo; for what would be life but the shadow of death?"
"No, perhaps it is my destiny to fight. I will for the world, the people, and to live up to my own sense of integrity. I will always keep going forward no matter what. It was this resolve of protecting the world and the people and hope that I care about alive that kept me going these thousands of years."
"For that reason, I will survive."