But here's the thing...What do you do, when you win? It's not a victory March, it's not a thing to rejoice...If you're the last one, that means...you're the last one. Everyone else has gone. Died, forgotten, left. It means you're the only one left. You're alone. There's no party and no-one to party with. No great victory celebration and nobody to parade with you. The adventure's over, but no-one's there to see it. It's an empty victory, a hollow win. It means nothing, except that you were too stubborn, and everybody else is gone because of it. It's a cold place, the winner's stand. The crown of thorns rests heavy upon your head as you look upon your former kingdom and weep. This hunger games of friends, will end someday, and who will be left to congratulate the winner, to welcome the hero home? No-one. You're alone. There's no gold, no crown to be set upon your head, except that of a victor of a competition long lost in time. You halls stand empty as you weep for your fallen comrades, each one braver than the last, yet none could last long enough. Eventually, you win. Because they're gone. You lost them, and for what? You've won, but at what cost? In this game, winning means losing, losing everything. It's better not to.
