Though what we have done, the blood we have shed lies heavily upon heart and hands, there is more…so much more meaning behind the small lives we lead, something I can almost touch…something which makes our heroics and dreams and struggles small. To have been placed here from some greater existence where we allowed ourselves to walk upon this stage, acting out the pasts we chose, whether for good or evil. Were we so serious then, so burdened by ourselves that we had to run away, to be children again? And when we are done, and the day has drifted into night and the time comes to go home, what will we have learned, if lesson it was? Perhaps it will have been that we were only meant to choose a place upon the board, to be free to move and win and lose and pretend it was for keeps.