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There is no greater strength than protecting the ones you love.

Or so I’ve heard. But then again, in the same breath, I’ve been told that I am strong. Both cannot be true, because if I were strong, I would be the sturdy foundations for my friends to stand upon.

Instead, they support me. They are not fooled by my act. I guess it’s just harder to hide in the light.

But I cannot bear to touch the darkness. I don’t have strength enough for that, either.

There is power in the way that I use my body where others would use separate weapons. While they transform an independent force into an extension of themselves, I simply use what is already there. I know that being content to harness what is inside rather than without does not make me any less.

But sometimes I wonder.

I will never control a raging fire, like Khazia, or draw things into existence, like Haiiro-zu. All I have is my own body, and when that reaches its pitiful limits, I’m finished. I cannot bring something from nothing, so I must increase what I have to give.

Every day, I push myself beyond what I can do, because I want to be the support, not the other way around. I strive to open the gates to true strength.

Or at least, to everything I believe true strength to be.

But in the end, I do not have the ability to save those around me. I can destroy—I can devastate a forest, raze a village to the ground, if so inspired. I can take life, but nothing I ever do can preserve it. So I fight, I kick, I bleed, I break, and in the end I still come so close to losing the people I love that I will scream, and I will not stop screaming until eternity ends.

And even though I don’t have the fortitude to face the darkness, I know that one of my friends will always be there to light a candle, and to keep it burning. I have faith enough to believe that they can support me, even if I don’t want them to have to. They will protect me from the darkness in my own past—and my own soul.

So when the time comes, I stand before the enemy that threatens my squad, and I do not let them pass. With pillars of support behind me, I stand in the way, determined not to submit.

Because this is what I need to be able to do.

And so I fight with an intensity that will get me killed. But it just might save my friends in the process.

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There is no greater strength than protecting the ones you love.

Or so I’ve heard. But then again, in the same breath, I’ve been told that I am strong. Both cannot be true, because if I were strong, I would be the sturdy foundations for my friends to stand upon.

Instead, they support me. They are not fooled by my act. I guess it’s just harder to hide in the light.

But I cannot bear to touch the darkness. I don’t have strength enough for that, either.

There is power in the way that I use my body where others would use separate weapons. While they transform an independent force into an extension of themselves, I simply use what is already there. I know that being content to harness what is inside rather than without does not make me any less.

But sometimes I wonder.

I will never control a raging fire, like Khazia, or draw things into existence, like Haiiro-zu. All I have is my own body, and when that reaches its pitiful limits, I’m finished. I cannot bring something from nothing, so I must increase what I have to give.

Every day, I push myself beyond what I can do, because I want to be the support, not the other way around. I strive to open the gates to true strength.

Or at least, to everything I believe true strength to be.

But in the end, I do not have the ability to save those around me. I can destroy—I can devastate a forest, raze a village to the ground, if so inspired. I can take life, but nothing I ever do can preserve it. So I fight, I kick, I bleed, I break, and in the end I still come so close to losing the people I love that I will scream, and I will not stop screaming until eternity ends.

And even though I don’t have the fortitude to face the darkness, I know that one of my friends will always be there to light a candle, and to keep it burning. I have faith enough to believe that they can support me, even if I don’t want them to have to. They will protect me from the darkness in my own past—and my own soul.

So when the time comes, I stand before the enemy that threatens my squad, and I do not let them pass. With pillars of support behind me, I stand in the way, determined not to submit.

Because this is what I need to be able to do.

And so I fight with an intensity that will get me killed. But it just might save my friends in the process.