my armour was heavy but i had long grown accustomed to it. my steed was steadfast, reliable.

godspeed.

i charge forward, lance in one hand, the other holding the reigns. i see my opponent in the near distance.

we are near.

i feel the full force of my lance sink into my opponent with a sick crunch. for a split second i saw right through his head gear. i saw his eyes.

it was a mirror.

i kill myself over reasons even i don't know..