Red like blood
White like bone
Red like solitude
White like silence
Red like the beastly instinct
White like a god's heart
Red like thawing hatred
White like a frozen, pained cry
Red like the night's hungry shadows
Like a sigh piercing the moon
it shines white and shatters red ↗
And what of pride? If you help him now, yes, you can probably save his life. But at the same time, It will kill his pride for all eternity. Listen to me. Remember this well. There are two kinds of fight. We must always know the difference. A fight to defend life and a fight to depend pride. ↗