When who you are and who you might become begin to blur, it’s no longer about the enemy you’re facing, but the truth you’ve been avoiding. A promise of power doesn’t mean it belongs in your hands. Strength can be taken, and it can be wielded, but it’s not the only way to endure. And when nightmares stop being warnings and start becoming challenges, the only way forward is to meet them face to face, even if it’s your face they’re wearing. In moments where spite might keep you moving, it’s trust that keeps you standing. Falling is inevitable, but getting back up is not. Sometimes the difference isn't made by the steel in your hands, but by who you choose to hold onto when everything threatens to pull you apart. Some burdens can only be understood when they’re laid down, reforged or left to burn up entirely. After all, the road ahead won’t ask what you’ve let go, only what you’re still carrying.
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