[He doesn't answer for a few moments. All those who died on the way, all those he'd loved and killed. Only to be struck back to do it all over again. Was it all worth it?]
I don't know.
[It's an odd realization that he doesn't know if it was worth it. He could never cry off, would never. Even if he were to start again knowing all that he does.]
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I don't know.
[It's an odd realization that he doesn't know if it was worth it. He could never cry off, would never. Even if he were to start again knowing all that he does.]
Mayhap it could be.