An injured knight, who always recovers.
After a while, he will be bored by seemingly selfish rhythms of life.
He will start hatching new enemies.
He will not kill them in battle.
He will discipline them.
He will forgive them.

Tears roll down his cheeks, triggered by the humblest excuse.
A philanthropist, who advocates dialogue amongst people.

When he is mad, he recalls Maya Angelou's words
"Speak it, write it, march it, vote it, dance it, paint it"

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