You have to fight for everything they won’t give you. Your enemies, yes, but especially your friends. When they say you’re weak, it’s because they don’t understand how even the tiniest measure of strength can fill an entire universe.
Magic gave birth to Eternia, the first planet in all of creation, the nexus of all space and time! And the Sword of Power is what binds that magic to Eternia. But now that the Sword’s gone, the magic is gone with it. Without magic, Eternia will rot and die like an unwatered houseplant. And as goes Eternia, so goes the entire universe.
Life is nothing but an endless agonizing free-fall into death, devoid of any hope. There’s no reason, there’s no plan… We are, all of us, utterly alone.
If something is dead, you bury it. If it isn’t, you nurture it. But you have to face it, or it will haunt you to the end of your days.