Ocatla — AoT EP32.5 Journal

Here we are. Isn't it amazing? To watch each thread take its place, Each motion. Build the pattern so pristinely. It is as if nature willed it that way. As if all the forces desire this creation. I am not the one who chose this. I was chosen. I was trained. I was built. I'm just a servant. It's easy to take what is meant for you. If it wasn't destined, wouldn't it be harder? If I wasn't the one? Then why have I done it? Fate prepares the best of us. Plucks us from a life of mundane weakness and thrusts us into importance. Fate paves the path. It deafens the nonsense, mutes the unnecessary and amplifies the one way. Like a blazing flame in a tunnel of dark. There's nothing but following the orange glow. Because it is the only way. And what lies in the dark is forgotten. My brother lies there. I barely remember him now. Because all I can see is the next step.