you say you will come home safe and yet, truly, you do not plan to come home at all. a job too good to be true, a call from destiny you never wished to answer. no father at all is better than half the dad you coule have been. a failure if a mercenary, a failure of a son, what good would it do to add father to the list anyway. as you step foot into the dungeon you say you're sorry to the woman you left behind. as you jump into the darkness you think of the child you left behind. as your arm is lost, as your body warped, as your mind burns, you wonder if this was the right path. it doesn't matter now. soon you'll never be, and then you'll never have been, one last smile.
