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He paused, contemplating his reflection. His familiar stared quietly back.
Promises made. Prices paid. Regrets... he heard his otherself's refrain, nodded, and sent the email. It was time to see if his creation could handle the stress, before his appointment with Vitrea. The echoing voice of the past faded, and another quote rose. Fitting, really.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Promises made. Prices paid. Regrets... he heard his otherself's refrain, nodded, and sent the email. It was time to see if his creation could handle the stress, before his appointment with Vitrea. The echoing voice of the past faded, and another quote rose. Fitting, really.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.