What has prevented you?
This storm? There have been storms before - fiercer storms before this one.
What is so different, that this one should hold back you and I?
It is a thing with no intent, nor will of its own. It is just there. As a rock in the road or the sun in our eyes. We adjust. We overcome. We persevere ... but not this day. Why?
Have we been so beaten by fallen ice? Has the wind startled us into hiding?
It is not the howl of a wolf! No army of beasts come to take from us our lives.
No. The storm is not stopping us today.
It began a moment ago and will pass just as soon, it's might and terror spent ... you on the other hand.
You are a worthy obstacle. You are a trickier sort of opponent and the reason I know this is because you have deceived yourself.
You have been taken in by your own beasts of burden and they have lulled you into a bundle of rocking limbs; self soothing in the hope that the real storm shall pass. The one that resides in you.
The one we cannot weather. Because you are more formidable than any petty hurricane.
Your winds cut deeper than bone.
So I must implore you, before your inner tempest should consume us both, answer this:
Don't you think it's time that we got on with what we came here to do?
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