Scattershot bravado is what you’re perfume smells of. It lingers in the air as we wait with bathed breathe for a sign of life. A sign of success from you is but an inkling of what we expect. You roamed those halls and you told those stories; you roared and you howled and then you died quietly.
That’s what you do right? Flail around telling a story that no one cares for any more as time has passed and success is a much different thing now. They care not for you’re tales now. They eek and awe at the presence of the forgotten one. Valiant days are just that…days passed. Fight for the future or die an afterthought.