I’m not fearless. I’m not self-confident. I’m not certain, self-assured. That’s not why I refuse to give up. That’s not why I stand up straight when I ought to fall apart. It’s because I don’t have anything left to lose. The only thing left is what I was born with, and what I’ll be buried with. And that’s not something anyone can use against me. I lost everything in which my soul got lost, and I gained my soul back.