If the world was fair, then none of this would have ever happened and we wouldn't be where we are, we wouldn't be in this much pain. But the world is not fair, and it never will be. At least not until we defeat those in power. Not until we become the leaders. The rulers, the lords, the gods. They will bow down to us. Not you, nor I, but the two of us, together. They will worship you and I, Aurelia. If you help me. Will you?

We can make our mistakes and love each other despite how broken we are, how much we have hurt each other. We can love each other through the pain, because we a fighters, that is simply our nature. To keep fighting, no matter what. What does it matter if we do not fight for an honourable cause? You will be the death of me, and I you, and that is as honourable a death as any. I will die in your worship and you will die in mine.

Mistakes are inevitable. But those you make with the one you love, those are the mistakes you can never take back, and it is those that will destroy you. You were my mistake, Aurelia. You always were, and yet you are the one person I have loved, truly loved, in a long time. I made a mistake in trusting you, and you made the same for me. And I still love you. I haven't a clue why.

If I could take the stars from the night sky and put them in your eyes, they would not shine any brighter, but I would still do it for you.