emotion: hope. Perhaps something was changing though. Or rather, it would change through his intervention. And through the love of those who had truly found it. The soul he was trying to save had succeeded in finding the words to unite the minds of everyone. He thought of the poem he liked best of all.
I am... that’s all I know.
Although nothing is clear-cut and leaves doubt room to learn... I am...
I am the emotion of believing, I am the simplicity of a gesture, the spontaneity of a word and the right moment to speak it...
I am the reason for being here and the only reason to stay...
I am the cry of a child seeking courage, I am the strength to beat pride... I am a word, a surrender... and a promise...
I am the will to change, or better still, to be myself...
I am the good I have inside, the part I convey of myself...
I am the threshold of the world that was, is, will be...
I am the voice of conscience, the twilight of fear and the triumph of my peace...
I am the look of acknowledgement, the cure for pain, the longest embrace...
I am the one who won’t be bought...
I am the ability to apologize... and the hope of being forgiven...
I am the desire to be a man and the humility of being “seen”...
I am the only thing that counts...
I am... love.
He would have cried if he had been able to. But the emotion he felt could not be far removed from the one human beings expressed through tears. The person he was expecting touched him on the shoulder. Dustin spun round. He well remembered the expression in those eyes and understood their power. He would have felt fear if only he could comprehend it.
“Hey there, my old friend!”
“Friend? What makes you think I’m your friend?” retorted Dustin.
“Don’t confuse our different aims with war.”
“Hearing that from someone who gets his biggest booty from war certainly has a strange effect.”
“Come on... We all follow our own destiny.”
“If that’s a joke, it’s not amusing!”
“As you’ve doubtless been told before, you should chill out. Having fun every now and then is a gift that only makes things better.”
“What are you going to do with that young man?”
“What do you think I’m going to do? I have to make sure he doesn’t put a spoke in my wheels. His kind is very dangerous. You know that as well as I do.”
“We look at things from different sides of the fence, but what he’s doing goes far beyond whatever we might want. I’ll stop at nothing to fight for him. Even if it’s the last thing I do.”
“How noble! You’d sacrifice everything to save someone who may already have let himself be bought?”
“His heart is pure. You won’t have any influence over him!”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. He’s wobbling like a ladder with no nails in it... all I need is a gust of wind to topple him off!”
“His footing is firmer than rock. Don’t tell me you’ve not realized that. Or are you afraid of him and you’re trying it on by using hope to make me give up?”
“My dear friend, I’m the one who teaches fear. Haven’t you learned anything in all these years here? You should pay more attention to your advisors. They know me well; they’d never rely on these rookie tricks.”
“Maybe it hasn’t sunk in to your head yet that I’m the one who decides here. That’s how it’s always been!”
“Yeah, but it’s different this time, isn’t it? Otherwise we wouldn’t be here talking about it!”
“It’s not the first time it’s happened. Do you want me to refresh your memory?”
“You insolent bastard! How dare to talk to me like that? I could make you sorry right this instant for even speaking to me!”
“Your power is completely useless against me in this here and now! Save your games for someone else!”
“So you won’t surrender? You really want to carry on with this? Why don’t you stop and think it over instead? We could set up a partnership together. Just give it some thought for a