I think now, looking back,
we did not fight the enemy,
we fought ourselves,
and the enemy... was in us.

The war is over for me now,
but it will always be there,
for the rest of my days,
as I'm sure Elias will be,
fighting with Barnes for what Rhah
called possession of my soul.

There are times since
I've felt like the child
born of those two fathers.

But be that as it may,
those of us who did make it
have an obligation to build again,
to teach to others what we know,
and to try with what's left of our lives
to find a goodness,
and meaning, to this life.