listen. i no longer have all the things i am proud of anymore.
the golds i have are gone when i refused finishing a war. the empire i brag about are gone when i stopped fighting the trusts people gave me are gone when i didn't **** a man. i am no one. i have nothing left now.
but why all that doesn't a lot matter to me? i lost everything, but i was not lost.
i was lost when you laid in my arm for the last time. i promised i would protect you. but i didn't. i let him aimed you.
the stain of your blood never disappeared. the last scent of your body haunted me. the tone of your voice became an alarm to my ears. .
i wasn't dead when an arrow hit my heel. because maybe, my real weakness is you.
- why did you have to take 'i will take an arrow for you' way too literally?