Give me a word for the boundary between the world you went to see and the small one you call your own. I want a word for the moment you know you're almost home.
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Will fades when purpose is forgotten. No matter the oaths with which we bind ourselves, they lose all meaning when the context of their binding is lost. There is no strength of will nor faith nor purpose that can surpass the nature of our being. There are circumstances in which anyone will break, and must, for it is the only thing that can be done.