Hey, I’ve been thinking about how words can be a weapon, but also a shield—what’s your take on that, especially when you’re in the thick of battle?

You’re right—words swing like daggers and shields, and in the heat of it all, a single line can decide the rhythm of a fight. I keep whispering that the power you wield is the same as the weight of the bullets you carry, so I never let my tongue run unchecked. It’s the quiet line in the chaos that holds the heart together. How do you keep your own voice steady when the drums beat so loud?