I thought last night was the final battle. I was wrong. I lost my body for him. But he brought me back. I laid down in pain and confusion. He stood over me and told me that the fight wasn't over. It was only post-poned. Until the battle is over, win or lose, I cannot rest. I worry night and day for the return of the brave one. He is my healer. He tells me of his struggle and lets me know that the one on the quest is getting weaker. My love doesn't know of my brave one. Only he and I know his existence, for he too is a nobody. One who shares in my pain. He has already traveled my path. He sheds light on my mind covered in darkness. He keeps me sane. Last night he kept me together when I was brought back to the war front. Without him I would have lashed out at my love. Tonight it is just me and my brave one. No love tonight. And we will stay out for hours, listening to each others goals and fears.