Dreadmon & Leo
I’ve been thinking about how a warrior’s past can become a kind of armor—heavy, unspoken, and yet so decisive. Do you feel that weight, too?
Yes, each scar I bear is a quiet promise that the past will not be forgotten.
It’s a quiet pact, isn’t it? Each mark a reminder that some stories are kept alive by the very act of living through them.
True. The marks stay with me, a silent reminder of the battles that shaped me.
They do, like quiet bookmarks in a book you keep reading. Each one tells you where the plot took a hard turn, yet you keep moving forward.
Every scar is a reminder, but I keep moving.