One day, you shall reach that same marker, and see the end. There are no limits to the glory of Jordan and the Light all can be done within the light
I have tread past it.
I have reached a better tomorrow.
You are sitting in the dust of my passing. Grimy and dirty, lost in your own words and in his, you sit cherishing your place. I look at you with pity and remorse. Your puny will has succumbed to his superfluous words. I vile the fact that I ever had to pass him, but I cherish in the thought that I am a better man because of it.
One day, you will realize, and you will stand tall and retain your will and walk down that path.
Until then, I have no choice but to keep you at bay and to force you back. Until you stand and walk forward, you are my enemy.