Ask the right question, always, even if the only person listening is the person asking.
The question is not "How did they lose?" No, the question is never How? Rather, it is Why?
Here lies a distinction, hidden between those two seemingly mundane three-letter words.
Now that you've found him, everyday you wake up and it's the same condemning question that once haunts everyone but you that whispers to you, in that nasty teasing voice.
Is today the day I die?
Death is at your heels Trinity, and eventually, it will catch you.
And you will let it.
Why you ask. Well let me explain the concept. A part of you wants it, wants that fatal shot not to miss, wants that rock you jump over easily to be bigger, wants the end. You want it not only to stop the constant fear and uncertainty, but because you're just simply in love with it.
You want it.
You may be fighting for the good and freedom of humanity but your power is born rooted in darkness. You know this. Subconsciously you know its there.
You must feel it. Feel it. Feel.
Death is your art, killer. You make it with your hands, day after day, breath after breath. For so long now, have you fought against it, twisted against the snare of its ropes and slashed past the its disguise worn of flesh. Yet have you never wondered what is it you are truly fight for? Have you never sought to taste, just for a moment, its allure, its calling?
Do you honestly believe you are fighting for something other than unfulfilled desire?
Bare, naked, exposed, your mind lies.
Do not lie to me.
Killer.