So, I give to you this: can you write a fic where
might does not equal right? Where being just does not
make one stronger, or a better fighter, or whatever, than
another? Are you _strong_ enough to do so? Are you (forgive
me for this one) _good_ enough to be able to do so?
Heh.
In Revenges End, in my plotlines I am trying to do something similar to
this.
One aspect to the 'my strength is that of ten because my heart is pure'
is pure _what_?
It can be the total focus on a goal, the commitment to push yourself up
to and beyond your limits that empowers you.
This level of commitment is known by another word...
Fanaticism.
Those limits can be physical or moral.
In my case, the willingness to do absolutely anything to win.
Anything you have to do.
_Anything_.
No matter the cost.
Sabotage and secret murder, both in person and by proxy, employing demon
and vampire assassins... Sending out people in missions where they have
a 50/50 chance of coming back.
What ever you have to do in order to give your friends and yourself a
bare _chance_ of survival.
And you do it, because the alternative is annhilation.
Problem is, if you fight dragons (no offence Webby) for long enough, you
can become one.
In my case, I go right up to the edge of the abyss and stare into it...
seriously contemplate the annhilation of a city, millions of innocents
before being snapped out of it.
My challange now is:
How do you come _back_ from this?