Every living thing had the desire to live, the fear of death, even those without spirituality or intelligence, those driven solely by instincts feared death.
It was in the nature of all that lives. Was he a coward for fearing death, was he wrong or pathetic for wanting to live? No, he was the most natural, the one most honest to his primal nature.
His desire to live triumphed all things, his every action should be to preserve his life, he had forgotten that. He had sought power and strength without reason forgetting what he sought them for but that is not who he is, that is not the source of his will.
No wonder his will was feeble, his images so blurry and hollow but no more. He knows why he fight now, why he struggle. It is not for strength nor pleasure, he sought neither dominance nor worship.
