I couldn't tell you when the change occurred, but there was a marked change from the point I started at and the point I found myself at.
I'd started with hope and stars in my eyes, and the intervening years had ground me down, with all the battles I'd fought, the lives I've taken, to stop them taking mine.
And now, I stood atop a mountain of skulls, and I wish that was a metaphor.
But the fact is, as much as I miss that ideological young man, at least I'm still here to miss them, unlike others I'd killed.
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