(Desmond POV)
That day five years ago, the day our fathers died, I realized that there were two kinds of people in this world, there were those who succumbed to despair, being carried away by madness and depravity, becoming something less than human; and there were those who found light in the darkness, those who in their most desperate moment refused to surrender and snatched the victory from fate's hands, those who remained true to themselves.
I always hated those who succumbed and I always fought fervently to be the second kind of person, at this time when the pain in my left ribs and right thigh added to the tremendous amount of damage my legs had taken; in this moment of great pain, I refused to give up.
I promised my father that I would protect Claire, I promised Claire that she would come home and we would have a great life together; I even promised that clueless alchemist that I would not leave her alone.
