The father told me that attacks can break more than bone, sometimes they produce a pain more profound than any other, but when set can create resolve, unflinching, unyielding. I wonder why these words always echo in my mind dragging me deeper toward a formless light. I stretch out in hopes of saving these people I know the light will bring hope and safety but there's another one like a dying animal that is yet to live. (somethings may be deeper than you'd think. "a lot be going on beneath an empty smile".) "Good is only something the weak rely on when they can't be stronger and better, for what is good but group think?"- "as someone who is weak, who will strive to be strong shouldn't we learn to protect and help those who need protecting?"-"Selfish selflessness , I agree if somewhat hastily that kindness is a virtue but who's to say if kindness is a burnt world or a built one." I say ignoring most of what they say as I hear the night bell ring.
In the field, an adolescent male of 12 years stands with pure white and scarlet short unstyled hair 5'8" from the ground and spots the open oprhange door with a 12'6" male of 71 years who surprisingly has excellent posture with neat gray hair and full muscles from a distance one would think they were of normal size due to his proportionate frame and untight priest ware.