pray warrior of darkness and light. allow me a thought upon your behalf, warrior to warrior blade to blade, light to light, and inner darkness to darkness... you gave your lives to save a world that doomed itself by your own hands, so why allow yourself to fight for a cause you cannot control... you have watched many of those you once cared about die. a genocide of foolish and wise alike, so that you could regain your own humanity... but your lives never ended, you still yet stand here aloft, strong, compelled, and victorious where you already are, I understand the desire to re-live your memories but a loss is a loss, what is important is to see it as it is. done. finished, a story within another story and a book that has closed and sealed with a mark of your own allowance. destitute and fortitude have but bade you weak my friend. you have laid waste to all before you in the name of your lost memories. and what pray tell has that done to you. it has made you not heroes but villains. monsters being hunted down like criminals. what good will it do for you to continue this charade, what good has it done for you to continue to linger in your pains? Your sufferings are not unheard of but you have taken it to the point of death itself, offering up your very lives, in the name of your conviction. and yet here you walk you tread and you even breathe. you fight you stand, proudly and defiantly against all odds...

pray, tell me this. why not make a new home for your memories for your futures... and rest, while you are able. he stabs his sword into the ground and offers out a hand. you have fought well friend your motions do not go unappreciated. if anything, they are highly understood, and greatly looked over. your world may be gone, but now you have another one you can make a home in. build your homes aloft here, and allow yourselves to live and dream once more. bring back your memories tenfold in the name of finally being at peace. whether you die again and again or fight war after bloody war, battle after bloody battle, may you at least find peace in this very moment. come, rest in a world that still yet may accept you and your deeds. every warrior must one day rest, his blade at his bedside, his friends though they are, at his side one by one.

your fantasy may be final but you can make many more. will you allow it to be? or will choose your past to be your final fantasy...