There’s a moment you stop wondering who someone is,
and start finding out.
You hand them the blade.
Kneel.
Offer your neck.
Not because you want to die.
But because you want the truth.
And test of character.
Some won’t lift the weapon.
Some will hesitate and drop it.
Some will hold it like it’s heavy with their own reflection...
those are the ones who were never your enemy to begin with.
But some…
Will swing.
And when they do,
you rise.
You take back your sword and your fire.
Leave them with their choice.
Leave them with their shame.
No anger.
No lecture.
Just silence,
and the weight of who they’ve become.
Some truths don’t need to be punished.
They just need to be revealed.
You don’t test someone by asking.
You test them by giving them the chance to fail you,
and watching what they choose.
Cheers to Monday morning walks,
Cheers to Character,
*Me when the sword is heavy with reflection: