. . . You know. Before I came here. Someone offered me a virtual reality haven. A place where no one would betray me. No one could hurt. It'd just be me and Alex, forever. In a perfect world.

But I left. There was someone I left behind, someone who didn't deserve that. And I died anyway. I never accomplished a single thing except perhaps killing the people who fucked me over.

I can't say I care much for it, but if I had to choose a definition of willpower, that'd be it.

What's yours?