The toughest battles we fight.
They be not on the battle field.
They be not at sea.
They lie in your head.

It's the voice of the girl you love.
The melody of the Siren you held.
The moan of last nights trial.
The echoes of screams illuminating from the soul.

This is the torture I must endure for being undeceive.
This is how I shall atone for my sins.
This is what I deserve for my failures.
This is my penance.