Iron will melt. But it will wrive inside of its self. All these years, all I’ve known was darkness. But I have never seen a brighter light when my eyes had opened and I know that light burns in all of you. Those embers must turn to flame. Iron into sword. I will become your weapon. Forest into fierce fire that I know that is in your hearts. For I have seen what she sees. I know what she knows. I can kill her. And I’d rather die today then live another day of this death. And who will ride with me? Who will be my brother?