Choice. What was choice? How would one define it?
It was an option. A right to free judgment. A right to decide.
In the end, choice was merely a decision.
However, in this world—or any world—you didn't always get a choice. And that was why choice was a gift.
Choice was simply fate.
Because fate was merely choices that were beyond you. Fate was just a collection of decisions that led to a predestined outcome, born from collective results.
Fate, after all, was just a collection of choices beyond one's control—a chain of decisions leading to outcomes that had long been set in motion.
Or perhaps.
Fate was nothing more than the culmination of choices that were beyond your control. A web of decisions—some yours, most not—that spiraled into a predestined outcome shaped by the will of countless others.
Valarie sighed.
"At least, that's what Mugu was spouting…"
Damon's eyebrow twitched.
He felt a mild desire to stomp on the pair of lips resting on his shoulder.
