Until then. The morning I left for the island, he fell to his knees and apologized. “The things I taught you were wrong.” And then he pleaded in tears” “Please come back. Forget about being a Warrior and Honorary Marleyan. Just come back.” That man... was my father. He thought of me as his own daughter. I have a father waiting for my return. And just like me, there are others with people important to them. I can’t say nothing matters anymore. All the things I’ve done till now are absolutely unforgivable. But... if it takes me back to my father, I’d do it all again.
Damaged minds and bodies... Their freedom taken away... Even losing themselves. If people knew it would come to this, nobody would go war. But most people are pushed by something, forced to march into hell. That “something” wasn’t their choice. Their situation or others made them do it. But people who push their own backs see a different kind of hell. They can see something beyond the hell. It might be hope. It may even be another hell. Only those who keep moving forward will ever know.