“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body; a body whose armour could not be harmed even by the greatest of nuclear weapons. Yet an ache gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm his body of a thousand scars. Yet, for eternity, he would carry the pain of their sacrifice—her sacrifice—engraved in his soul.” LoveWarSoulDeathLossSacrificeBattleArmor Author:Blade Seventh
“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body, a body forged to withstand even nuclear weapons. Yet, an ache gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm what was forged, but the pain of their sacrifice, especially hers, remained—eternally engraved within his soul.” LoveWarLossSacrificeBattleArmor Author:Blade Seventh
“Too long have you waged your battles—have you ever dared to seek happiness instead? You’ve fought for everything else. When will you fight for your right to be happy?” WarHappinessBattleBattles Author:Blade Seventh
“You’ve spent your life fighting. When will you fight for your own happiness?” WarHappinessFighting Author:Blade Seventh