Something I'm throwing into the book i'm writing

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A windowless cold steel cell. No light peering through aside from ceiling vents and a hole in the door where necessities are passed. In the corner, a man. Frail and thin, rocking back and forth facing the point where the two walls meet, mumbling to himself on the verge of tears. This isn't your hero? The man that has saved you from the times in your life when you needed him most? That tall, strong, valiant, zealous hero who fought for you and the others who couldn't fight for themselves? This is the one. The one who battled to create harmony. The being that stretched leg and lim to bring solitude to the harshest of problems. This is your hero. The same mind, the same body, the same soul, but no... something is different. This human does not have the same mind. This human's mind is constantly in accelerated motion. He can't even speak correctly. This crusader's body is not at all similar to The Hero. It's gangly and pathetic. Greyed skin from lack of direct sunlight, you can still see the scars. There's no trace of a fortified soul in this man. There's barely any left to suffice. It's almost as if his life was pulled from his body through his soul, or willpower. After all the battles he fought., The redundant, incessant battles, it became to much for him to bare alone. No longer could he bear the repetative motion and overwhelming fatigue caused by each battle, day after day, week after week, month after month. That which once was, is now destroyed. There is hope though. Every day, even for just a few brief minutes, Hero stops his sorrowful routine. For the past month, each day, there is no rocking, no mumbling, and no mourning. Instead, for these few minutes, unknown to those that watch him, Hero sits up, blankly staring at the wall, and meditates. His mind reels with thoughts of his next powerful scheme. His body regains it's physique and splendor once known. This time, it's hidden inside. No longer will this being's weakness, and power alike, be showcased to those around him. There is a sinister demise being processed in the depths of his skull. I pray for those who stand in his way...

i'll add more excerpts later if you wish... comment to let me know