if we stop fighting, we will cease to exist. Our armor will rust,
our spirits will wilt, and our souls will fade until we are
unrecognizable. All that will remain will be a memory of the
people we once were. Because without our dreams, who are we? The
only way to become unremarkable is to believe that you are. To
give in to your fear. To hang your sword and turn away from the
battle.
