We walked in single file… I recall every mile… There was no leader quite like you. In the quiet hours on this battlefield of ours…I think of you all fondly. All I’ve known is war… What do we get if we win? Why even bother keeping score? The wanderer left in search of her past. The explorer found the answers to questions that he asked. And the old man stayed…he stayed. An aged knight, set in his ways. Charge it up… Grab the bolt… Let it fly!