"i don't believe i am a hero." a battered soldier said to the sky.

fate smiled a maddening, terrifying grin made from the tapestry of a thousands constellations, "oh, we will see. we will see if the galaxies sown in your veins reap victory."

and a burdened mortal suffered with the weight of the world to see how many times they could falter before the stars would dim.

- isn't that how tragedies go?