'Think, think, think…'
They had a very small chance of coming out of this fight alive. However, there was always hope, no matter how impossible the odds.
What was hope? Hope was a desire… perhaps the paramount desire. A yearning so powerful and resilient that it could hardly be vanquished or destroyed. The darkest and most inescapable despair could not conquer hope. Even demons in hell hoped to reach heaven one day.
They longed to see their deepest desires come true, and that longing alone could make them continue suffering and struggling instead of searching for solace in the peaceful embrace of death.
Life was war, after all.
Hope… desire… it was a powerful thing.
'Longing.'
