[...]and in the end, it lost meaning. They forgot why they fought for so long... and started questioning if it was really worth it.
The future was unknown... Fall or victory was not in his hands.
But it didn't matter... because wathever end the gods would throw uppon him one thing was certain.
He fought... until his last breath... and the pride of knowing that he did his best... that he spilled the last drop of his blood in something so pure... so beautiful... was just worth dying for, just as much as it would be worth living.[...]