When the Emperor poisoned me and Rhaegar slew me… when Nymeria left me in Forlorn City… when Nyx and her subordinates nearly ended my life… when Rudra forced me to the brink of death… and now, when Nymeria lies on her deathbed.
Every single one of these tragedies happened for the same reason.
I was too weak.
If I had possessed true strength, I would not have been affected by the Emperor's poison, my family and sect would not have been ruined, and Nymeria would not be suffering like this now.
In the end, everything in this world comes down to strength.
Possess it, and the world will revolve around you.
Lack it… and you will spend your life revolving around the world.
The duel with Soren made me realise how far I still had to go before I could take my revenge on the Emperor. At my current level, I would not even be able to reach him, let alone kill him.
