I’m not a hero. I’m not Resistance. I’m a stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know, and raised to do one thing.
THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FUCKING NARRATIVE TO ME you were raised to be one thing you were raised to be a cog in the machine you were raised to fight and kill without question but the SECOND it came to you to do these terrible things you stood up. and you said no. years and years of training making you what they wanted you to be and still you said NO with all the strength in your shaking hands and your tear-choked throat you said no and you stood and you turned and you ran towards the light because – even if you were too small and too weak to beat down the darkness yourself (that is what they’d always told you) you could at LEAST run so fast and so far away that it could never ever again use you to hurt another person it is what anyone would do. it is what any right-thinking frightened person would do. this is what you tell yourself and you refuse to listen when people tell you that you are a miracle you are extraordinary you are – because you are just one man. you are just a cog in the machine. you know this. you are nothing special in the end. (and yet. you said no. you ran for the light.) ( via @shapechangersinwinter )