The fight is not for me. I will never see that perfect world. I fight for everyone else. For everyone who can’t. To make sure that for them... the dawn will always come.
Shut up. I am quite the expert on self-destructive despair. I know exactly what it’s like to have nothing. To have taken from me all the light there is.
Jesus appeared to Paul on the road as a vision. A vision that left Paul blinded for days. Sometimes I think God blinded me... so I won’t be able to see the vision.
I’m paralyzed. Strapped inside a metal skeleton by creatures made of material soundwaves. Meanwhile, somewhere, the Avengers are probably beating up a mugger or something.