Pride is the oldest bait.
Fear, its twin brother.

Every warp I take, every shot I fire, every silence I hold — all chosen.

The void teaches those who know how to listen.
I’ve seen too many ships fall to a moment of impatience.
I prefer the moment that breathes.

Many believe the great Minmatar Rebellion was born of pure yearning for freedom.
I know better. It began with devotion — to one who once claimed us as property.

Learning this did not break me. It taught me.
My freedom is not borrowed from tales sung in tribal circles.
It is forged in every decision I make, in every orbit I chart without bowing to past or present masters.

Independent pilot. Long game.
I keep learning. You should too.