Returned from holy fighting, I now look and see what I was fighting for is naught. Where is this God for whom such lives I took away? It is for God that I have fought for ten long years, and yet I still am lost. With Death I play a game of chess and while I am not checked, I search at any cost. I quest for truth and hope to end my trial. The only beauty I can see is in the purity of Mia, Jof, and Child. Their safety is my mission. I'll not win my life from Death, but theirs I have beguiled. At checkmate, now my life is at it's end, pray mankind, Mia, Jof that love will mend.
Why can't I kill God within me? Why does He live on in this painful and humiliating way even though I curse Him and want to tear Him out of my heart? Why, in spite of everything, is He a baffling reality that I can't shake off? -The Knight
