We Must Be What We Are, Or

We Are The Total Of Our Longings.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

What Mortal Knew The Way Their Fate Line Would Run?

We Salvage What We Can, What Truly Matters To Us, Even At The Gates Of Despair.