There was something about life that he found undeniable.
He knew that it was the same for all men
Though that something was different for each individual.
For him, it was the same force that had taken him away
That now brought him back.
In the beginning it felt to be an instinct to kill.
He found that in the world (instinctive killing).
Now he was brother to both.
He killed instinctively.
He learned to live with the memories, as tragic as they all were.
It was the way of the world.
It was how the strong survived.
Feeding on the flesh of the weak.
His sword was defined.
His efficiency feared.
His undeniable truth. His holy mountain. His purpose.
It consumed his thoughts.
He remembered the way of the steep,