Part 4. (Wrath 5)

{O.B.} Now I lower my arm. Processed and completed. Obvious corruption. Exacerbated lie. That Pride was a goner. Fear was a sufferin'. But that hot ball of rage. Seekin' vindication. "Your anger isn't wrong, They should have listened. You deserved better..." {Wrath} Damn! DAMN RIGHT! Damn! DAMN RIGHT! {O.B.} But what did wrath accomplish? Did it change what happened here? Can you see liberation? Leave things better than you found? {Narrator} "The battlefield around them begins to shift, becoming metaphorical. They stand now in an endless arena where identical figures fight forever, past versions of Wrath battling the same enemies over and over, winning and losing the same arguments for millennia." {Wrath} "It... I feel it... it gives me..." {Narrator} "Wrath's voice wavers, the certainty cracking." {O.B.} Purpose Purpose Direction Direction {Narrator} "The endless fighters freeze mid-battle, waiting." {Wrath} If I stop and let this go, Will I burn and turn to dust? "What's left?"