Fear not, those shackles upon you, dear brother. Fear not, that prison in which you are kept. Fear not, for fear is weak.
Remember: A King Fights.
And we are the true kings.
Now, brother, stand up, show me.
Show me your power.
It was never supposed to be that way to begin with.
You are the true red.
It does not have to be this way.
He lives in the past, but is burdened by it. You live in the present, but never forget the past. The past is where you are from, but it is not who you are.
He might be Truth, but you are Hope.
Behold, the would be king--if he was not so stubborn to deny it. Do not fret, do not shy away from it, dear brother. Embrace it. Times, they have changed--no, they *are* changing. Change is the only constant--and you must become it.
Tell me, have you heard? The song of the people. They are chanting for you, they are hoping you rise as we have.
So, what do you say?
Will you join me?
You were just painted as one because of your actions--your role.
Maybe we are each other's Achilles' heel, maybe they will find a way to use you against us.
Things are not as they were planned.
Yet here we are--face to face. Tell me, dear sister... Can you feel it?
What is becoming? What has become?
You were never a martyr, always a witness.
Painted in different colors and shades of what should not be.
But I am not going to leave you there.
I will return. And so will you.