~Originally Posted by The First Words of Hollen ShestovNot yet.
Ivan’s stance was incomplete, a solid premise resting on a cracked foundation, and even as he made a move to damn us all, I sympathized with him and I forgave him almost instantly. We stand so devoutly in the light, clinging determinedly to the idea that there is black and there is white and we must push from the right side. We’re not designed for a world of grey – we can’t conceive of it, can’t process the overwhelming complexity. Grey is a balance, and balance is delicate and precarious and untrustworthy.
So I began to see that it wasn’t enough to brighten the Light, because the dark just melts into the corners and the status quo remains, a series of battles of attrition, varying shades of grey.
That’s why I’m doing this. That’s why I’m making this sacrifice – not just my own life, my own soul, but those of so many to come.
The only way to push us into the light is from the dark.
For that to happen, there must be a darkness that doesn’t melt where the light strikes it – a shadow that does not pale.
To save myself I have destroyed myself.
And to save Althanas?