Fireman? Indeed. A story explained.

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Always explained in riddles.  By far the easiest way.  You may not understand.  You are not required to believe.  As with eating a steak, one bite at a time.  All bites collected, on a plate, they would not make sense of the original piece, less of what even that came from.  Yet that is how we consume.  And so it is with stories.

While this song may sound depressing... and may be, as it is a call to humility, and more.  Much more.  It is far from down if you believe in good and evil and choose good, in the real sense.  One just has to understand.  What are the tears of the dragon?  Regret by evil, should it win.  Trust me.  And, what are the waves?  What can wash evil clean?  And what does it take one of evil to come clean?  Water?  That I'll leave for you.  And... what price to be paid for freedom from one's nature?  Same for all I suppose, only a bit deeper... much deeper... a form of death most wouldn't understand.  Can't understand.  Imagine you are a creature of fire... and you seek water?  Yes, yes I think that may help you to see.  Oh, but the water is sought, not as an end, but in faith, for Truth's sake.  Ah... yes.  That is the story.


Before I could come to this, I had to come to another way.  Intermediate.  Justice.  But as with pain, without love, just as empty.  A beginning, thankfully no more of an end than where I started.  Believe as you wish.

Tarry a little, there is something else.
This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood;
The words expressly are "a pound of flesh."

And so a pound of flesh was required.

And a pound of flesh was had.

Where I started?  The only place for those of my line.  Oh but the flames beckon.  So many fires... So much ash...  There is only destruction, death, nihilism... and tears.  Why I was called from my nature is a story to be told by another.  I would be grateful for it, but will not press.  There will be all the time in the world for it.

Most of my kin will know only this and no more.  I yearn to be with them, or, more, to have them with me.  Don't care for my dark uncles, mind you.  They knew, literally, unlike my brothers.  Shame and damnation on their heads, for what they do and what they created.  Dragons.  And they will lose everything.

Ah, but there is one flame that I may yet know.  And, there will be tickles of the old flame in it.  Trust me.

Good night.