And I yours sir; not all battles are fought with rifles, your light fights darkness lurking in our hearts the shadows of the tower, the speechless "speaker" the orbits rush to leave, the cults future weapons and secrecy, the vanguard inactivity, you are our face the banner behind you a beacon on the rockside bringing us home, without you I would have never joined the fray, you and you alone brought me to the monarchy for its fight is the people's it's ideas are the people's it's fists are the people's it's voice is the people's. Your fight is just no matter what front you are on for your battle is of the heart the propoganda of the people.