…All my life, I’ve healed wounds, not made them.
(Looks down at his wrapped hands, exhaling slowly.)
What if I lose myself in this? What if I forget how to save… and only learn how to destroy?
(Closes his eyes, feeling the wind shift around him.)
But then… If I stay weak, I’ll never find them again. Never protect them.
(Clenches his fists, voice steadier.)
So tell me, Master—how do I fight without losing who I am?
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