You must humor me, child:
Have you touched the smooth slab of Fortitude,
rugged and stalwart, yet a comforting felt?
He is the paladin of a realm beyond;
a realm you have delved into countless times.
I can feel your flame boiling your blood.
Are you angry?
No, no...you too have fought your battles.
You, a guardian.
You stand tall, chest protruding modestly.
Not at the distance of arrogance,
not at the distance of cowardice.
The perfect in between of bravery!