
Let me ask you something first.
Can you imagine what would’ve happened?
Picture it. A barren land in ruins. Everyone’s words falling on deaf ears. Cold-blooded eyes looking over the remnants of bodies without an ounce of pity or remorse. A heart so hardened by arrogance, so drunk with power, turning a blind eye from any feeling of empathy, ruling over the monopolized lands with an iron fist. Resentment. Carnage. A meaningless, war-torn life.
And, the last-standing General’s downfall.
Can you imagine it?
Because I can’t.
I don’t have to try to imagine it. It just burns itself at the back of my mind, like a fresh memory. A memory that never was. A horrible dream.
I can’t imagine it. What might have become of me, if they didn’t help me open my eyes to reality. Before I lost what I already had and needed the most.
No, I don’t want to imagine it. Because no matter how I’d see it, I know it’ll turn out to be nothing but a bad ending.
There’s no point in dwelling in the past, and these irrational ‘what-if’s do nothing but hold me back. I’ve already been given a second chance. They’ve forgiven my mistakes. And I’ve made up my mind, to make good use of that second chance, and show them how grateful I am for it.
And frankly, I won’t settle for any less than what I’ve already got.