I'm damned sick of this weakness, this vulnerability.
It can only lead to humiliation and disgrace.
It's a disease, a cancer, that eats away, slowly corroding, slowly warping, perceptions and personality, twisting it into shapes unrecognisable.
It's about time I did something about it.
The others, the rest, they may do as they please, selling themselves out to whoever they want to.
But as for myself...
No more weakness.
No more snivelling moments begging and pleading.
No more kow-towing to beg for an opportunity for slavery.
No More of that.
No More.
Victorious Aut Mortis-Give me Victory or Violent Death
