And thus, in each body lays a wish; though some unspoken of; some kept in solitude; some dismembered by doubt. Though, I do keep my wish; my wish has confronted me now; my wish t'was to meet one like no other; one that would guide me though I may be different; one that would laugh at my mistakes; one that would teach me the ways of a true warrior; thus, I have found my wish has been delayed, for I took too long to make it true. Martyr; your life was my wish.

So, in fact, though I never knew you; one of you were my wish. And so, I wish to know; coming forth in telling; which of the wishes do you behold? This, infact, may lead to an awe of a nation; this, never to take the place of the lost 'warrior' you 'ad known, but, the wish would cherish our memory of her. I do agree...she wishes us to mourn for her; but we are not to downfall upon her loss; keep strong, my friends; go far.

So, in conclusion, I rest with thee. Though I 'ad never met you, your cremation of your soul 'ad confronted me during my journey; thus, my wish has been fullfilled. I t'was granted the living quarters o' the great 'warrior', whom shall always be held upon my heart, though I may never remember her face; for I came to late in time.

Think well about your wishes, my friends, think well about rather to fullfill them. Mine, I chose to forget, for never would I find a living chaste that would fullfill it; and I was correct. I came too late; my living chaste had passed, though my dream was still in mind.

Rest in peace, and bathe in the tears shed for you, dear Martyr.