Never stop, keep walking.
Those words were more of a cruel joke than the encouragement they were meant to be. They mocked him at every turn, cutting deeper and deeper each time they were said.
Never stop, keep walking.
Those words haunted him as he traversed down a path of uncertainty. Driving him in a direction he wasn't sure he wanted to go. They tasted bittersweet as they passed his lips, each time growing heavier- until they were stuck in his throat making it hard for him to breathe.
Never stop, keep walking.
Then, they took on yet another meaning as he learned of the existence of the Fourteenth. Those words having been meant for the being in his head, the thing he would become once he could no longer fight it. He could stop. He could finally let go and just stop. Then… why did it hurt to know those words weren't meant for him?
Never stop, keep walking.
So despite it all, despite the pain and the pure torture of it all, he walked. He fought it every step of the way. He kept walking until there was nowhere left to go, running himself ragged in a search for a new purpose, something for him to strive for and hold onto when he needed it most. He walked. He kept walking.
He would keep going until he found his true purpose.
Or until the day he died.
Never stop, keep walking.
