234.A weary warrior
I warily weaved my way along the path of the watercourse. I had to remember that I was a warrior. My first duty was to fight the enemy. Like many warriors, I was brave. But unlike many, I possessed a wary attitude. Some thought bravery meant acting as if their life was not precious. I didn't buy into that. My life was precious. It was also warrantable, and whatever warranty I had expired long ago. This didn't mean I wavered in my duty. Unlike cowards, I don't turn to wax just because I'm a bit weary. Weariness is just another fact of battle, another fact of life, really. The weaver of this grand scheme we call life put us in our situation for a reason. Right now, I had to figure out how best to cope with being hunted down by a superior force of men.