I end up asking myself a lot lately, when I think I'm fighting for someone, whether I'm really fighting for them or if I'm really just doing it for myself.
Usually what I come up with is, if I don't really know the person I say I'm fighting for, the way that I ought to, then I'm lying to myself if I say I'm doing it for them. It feels different fighting for an idea than it does to fight for someone you care about, and both of those are different than fighting for the sake of needing to fight.
[That's not enough of an answer and he knows it. They made a deal, one that he should honor. Even though he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to do any of this, but he doesn't have a choice, apparently.]
I've used heavy tools for fighting since I was big enough to swing them. That's why I went for a weapon.
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