It's true, what that voice said to you in that darkest of hours. Despair will never hold you under its sway as long as you know yourself and never lose sight of who you are. You remembered the day Ahote brought you into the elders' training chamber before the war. His words rang out sharply in the dark, dredged from the lonely shores of timeworn memory:
"Strip away the mask of your humanity. The lies. The doubt. The pageantry of day-to-day life. Gnothi seauton. Know thyself."
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