"15.when I move towards those beams, reaching for the warmth they give me when I‘m under their chorus of praise and laud, my armour moves, cutting them out. Those rays, rays that could luminate my shadow, shunning it from me, so close, yet painfully evading. Without them, those moments of attainable glory, I shiver and shudder and shake. I fear finally shriveling up and crumbling, in my armour, in that shell, where none may reach me past my self imposed cage. I fear dying inside this armor and none will notice, none will see the difference."

Description: Gaberiel A lousy excuse of a knight of the Templars