AI Journey

And all I could do was watch, in silence, as I begged for all of heaven not to lead them astray— as once I was. I never liked seeing the blood of children— my children. And worst of all, they shout it was all in my name. If only I could shed tears they could understand, if only they could hear my whisper when they cry in prayer. Oh—how I wish I could do more for them.

I am both angered, grieved, and disappointed that I— who claimed to be abandoned— know where true faith must lie. I have blasphemed. I have denied. I have rejected. And yet there will always be moments when I have to let faith decide. I am unfaithful, yet I know how to pray. To whom— I do not even care to name— but still, I still can. And yet somehow, of all the ones who are meant to be innocent, faithful believers, I am repulsed by those who claim sin in the name of faith.

The reason is simple. I took pity on her. That’s it. No— it’s not that she’s calling out to me, nor that she and I somehow share a common— interest? outlook? destiny? I don’t know— but I know there is something. And before you say anything, it isn’t romance. I love her, but not to the point I’d want to marry her. Just— no. And I repeat: it is pity. Nothing else. And perhaps it’s me being petty. I want to prove to the world that someone like her— really, truly— can make a difference. Before you get ahead of yourself, even if it was all just me taking pity on her, I’d stand by her even if she stood against the world. And if fate tests me, all I can say is I have faith in her. Nothing more— but hopefully, just enough.

And yet— with just one small mistake, the whole world turned against him. Still… even still!! he wanted to be a hero anyway.