Have you ever wished for something? Wished with all your might? Have you ever walked through rains of dreary despair with just a little flicker of hope you’re desperately trying to keep alive? How can you ask me what I am doing? I am doing what I have always, and will always, do. I am hoping.
You cower because my hands are bloody, because I have betrayed you all? I would not betray my hope. Have I betrayed? I have been loyal to an idea, this hope, and I’ll compromise on anything but that. I will risk everything for it.
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