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(POV: Blank)
Yesterday was rough. Very very rough. I know I didn't sustain any injuries, because I can't anyway. But, the battle really opened my eyes and made me feel things I've been trying not to feel.
I'm sitting on the mat in my red tent. The warm, and tender rays of the morning sun pours into my tent.
I'm looking at my ankles. The weight braces are still there. I never take them off, including the ones on my wrists.
I stand up, taking my mask by my side, and my robe. I put them on as I stretch and yawn.
"Today is a new day." I whisper to myself as I adjust my mask on my face.
Yes. I'm not going to be pinned down by despair. Instead, I will use it as a fuel to grow stronger.
"That's the only lie I can tell myself to keep moving forward. There's no use thinking about the negatives. I just have to get stronger. Yeah, if I get stronger, as strong as General Varlen.. no, stronger than him.. then it would all be better wouldn't it? I'd be.."
