Battles don’t last forever—simply because they can’t: fighters get tired, weapons dull, and the thrill of playing with death is replaced by the boring desire to survive. Fighting with yourself for your whole life is honorable and respected—but not always necessary. Sometimes it happens that you have to stop, salute your opponent, accept the return salute with a nod, and look around. Those whose hot breath reaches you through the wind also fight—and maybe they need help. Dare? Spend time? Give up a part of yourself? Be greedy? You have the right to act as you wish. But is it the only right?