Carcassonne

This city would fall, as all cities would fall. But, nearly 2000 years later, here it stood. And my dreams would die, and me expire, as all dreams die, and all expire, but here on this wall, I felt they, we, would not, and we could do, not what we wanted, but what we needed to do. Here there coud be happiness, so could there not be happiness everywhere, if that were what we truly needed to live. I had been touched by death so many times, and if I did not fight, how much longer would it be before that touch became an embrace, the gentle carriage to quiet indifference, a life not unpleasant, nor difficult, but with no possibility of return.

I would choose life, I hoped. I hoped I would have that choice.