SHEILD, headquarters,
The briefing room was heavy with silence. Fury stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, his eye fixed on Natasha;
Fury (low, commanding): "He fought Hydra with only a fraction of his strength. Two percent, Romanoff. Two. And he still passed every test we threw at him. It's time. No more shadows. You're going to tell him who you are, and why you were placed near him."
Natasha's jaw tightened. She had seen KB's calm in battle, his deliberate restraint. The thought of betraying that trust now unsettled her more than Hydra's guns ever had.
Later, at Happy Café, KB sat by the window, sipping tea, his posture relaxed as if the chaos of the world never touched him. Natasha approached, her steps measured but her heart unsteady.
"KB… there's something I need to tell you. I wasn't just… around you by chance. Fury sent me. I was undercover. My mission was to watch you, to see if you were what you claimed."
KB set his cup down, his gaze steady on her. For a moment, Natasha felt the weight of his silence , like judgment hanging in the air.
"So you were testing me."
Natasha swallowed, bracing herself;
"Yes. And I know it feels like betrayal. I wouldn't blame you if you ."
But KB's expression softened, his voice calm, almost warm;
''Natasha, you did your duty. You feared I might be a danger, and you acted to protect your people. That's not betrayal, it's loyalty. And now you've chosen honesty. That matters more than the deception."
Her breath caught. She had expected suspicion, perhaps anger. Instead, his words wrapped around her like a quiet reassurance.
Natasha (soft, almost reverent): "You're… not dissatisfied? Not angry?"
KB (smiling faintly): "Anger wastes balance. You've shown me respect by revealing yourself. That's enough. Trust isn't about never hiding , it's about choosing the right moment to step into the light."
Natasha looked at him then, and for the first time she felt something shift inside her. Warmth. Respect. A recognition that KB wasn't just powerful ,he was wise.
Natasha (quietly, with new resolve): "You're not what I expected, KB. You're… more."
KB lifted his cup again, calm as ever.
"And so are you, Natasha."
Natasha (gentle, but firm): "KB, Fury wants to see you. It's time you come to headquarters."
KB looked up, his eyes steady, then set his cup down with deliberate grace.
KB (calmly): "If balance calls me there, then I'll go."
The ride was quiet. Natasha drove the sleek black S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle through the city streets, KB gazing out the window as though absorbing every detail.
Natasha (breaking the silence): "You know, most people would be nervous. Fury isn't exactly… welcoming."
KB (soft smile): "Fear clouds judgment. I prefer clarity."
She glanced at him, struck again by the serenity that seemed to radiate from him.
The car ascended the hidden ramp into the helicarrier's docking bay. Engines roared, steel groaned, and the vast expanse of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters unfolded before them. Natasha led KB through the corridors, agents pausing to watch the newcomer with curiosity.
In the command chamber, Fury stood waiting. His presence filled the room, his single eye sharp and unyielding.
Fury (direct, no preamble): "KB. You've proven yourself against Hydra, without even breaking a sweat. That's enough for me to know you're not just another wildcard. Which brings me to why you're here.
He stepped closer, voice lowering;
"The world's changing. Threats bigger than Hydra, bigger than any one man. I intend to build something , an initiative. A team. The Avengers. People who can stand together when the world falls apart. I want to hear your thoughts."
KB's gaze was calm, his tone deliberate;
"A team of symbols. Warriors who embody more than strength , they embody hope. If chosen wisely, they will be more than fighters. They will be balance."
Fury nodded, then leaned in, his eye sharp,
"And what about Tony Stark? . Is he suitable for this plan?"
Natasha's breath caught. She already knew the answer , she had read it in KB's diary. But the restriction weighed heavy, they couldn't ask him directly about the diary. Fury's phrasing was the only way around it.
KB's lips curved faintly, as though he understood the weight of the question;
"Tony Stark is brilliance wrapped in arrogance. His mind is unmatched , he sees possibilities where others see limits. His creativity is his greatest gift. He can build weapons, but more importantly, he can build hope. He is a man who turns iron into vision."
He paused, his voice steady but unflinching;
"But his flaws are sharp. He is impulsive, reckless with his words, and blind to the consequences of his pride. He hides vulnerability behind sarcasm. He fears being powerless, and that fear drives him to control everything. He will stumble. He will make mistakes."
Natasha studied KB's face, struck by the balance in his words, neither condemnation nor praise, but truth.
KB (resolute): "Yet that very conflict makes him valuable. He will rise, and when he rises, others will follow. Stark belongs to the Avengers ,not because he is perfect, but because he is human. His flaws remind the world that even the mighty bleed. And that is why people will trust him."
Fury's jaw tightened, but Natasha saw the flicker of conviction in his eye.
Fury (gruff, conceding): "You make a hell of a case. Stark's in."
Natasha felt a warmth she hadn't expected. KB's words weren't just analysis, they carried wisdom, a perspective that elevated Stark beyond his ego. She looked at KB with new respect, realizing that his calm wasn't detachment, it was clarity.
Natasha (quiet, almost reverent): "You see people for what they are… and what they can be."
KB inclined his head, serene.
KB (softly): "That's the only way to build trust. Not by ignoring flaws, but by embracing them.
The command chamber darkened as KB raised his hand. His super A.I. assistant flickered to life, projecting streams of encrypted files across the wall of monitors.
Alexa (calm, mechanical): "Cross‑referencing S.H.I.E.L.D. internal directives. Hydra infiltration detected. Displaying compromised sectors."
Lines of code unraveled, revealing hidden orders, false identities, and covert operations. Names of agents scrolled across the screen , men and women Fury had trusted.
Alexa.: "Hydra presence confirmed in Tactical Division, Research & Development, and Communications. Forty‑seven embedded operatives. Twelve senior officers compromised. Hydra directives embedded in mission protocols since inception."
Natasha's eyes widened. She had read this moment in KB's diary, but seeing Hydra's parasitic grip laid bare was staggering.
KB (steady, deliberate): "Your house was built on stone, Fury. But serpents burrowed beneath it. What you thought was loyalty, was actually manipulation. Hydra has fed on your foundation."
Fury couldn't believe for a moment and doubted if KB had shown him Fake evidence.
Fury (gruff): "You expect me to believe you've got all the answers? That you can see what I can't?"
Before KB could respond, Alexa's holographic form shimmered into existence, her tone sharp but playful.
Alexa (dry, teasing): "Director, if you had all the answers, Hydra wouldn't have built a guest room in your house and redecorated it with their logos."
Natasha smirked despite herself. Fury's jaw tightened.
KB (calmly, to Alexa): "Soften your words."
Alexa (wry): "Soft words don't cut parasites, KB. Truth does."
Fury turned on her, his voice low.
Fury (snapping): "You're just code. Don't lecture me about failure."
Alexa's projection flickered, her tone shifting from wit to steel.
Alexa (firm, loyal): "I am more than code. I am KB's voice when silence would cost too much. And right now, Director, silence has cost you S.H.I.E.L.D. He trusted me to reveal the truth, and I will defend him against doubt , even yours."
KB's gaze softened, watching Alexa stand her ground.
KB (gentle, approving): "Balance requires honesty, Fury. Even when it stings."
Natasha's eyes lingered on Alexa's projection. She realized the A.I. wasn't just a system , it was a presence, loyal to KB, sharp enough to challenge Fury, and warm enough to protect the truth.
Fury exhaled, his anger cooling into reluctant respect.
Fury (gruff, conceding): "Fine. Maybe you're more than code. But if you're going to keep talking, you'd better keep being right."
Alexa (smiling tone): "That's the plan, Director. And unlike Hydra, I don't fail my loyalties."
The command chamber was suffocatingly quiet. Hydra's files glowed across the monitors, each name and operation a dagger in Fury's chest.
Fury (hoarse, shaken): "All this time… Hydra inside my house. My agents, my officers. I was supposed to protect S.H.I.E.L.D., and I failed. I failed everyone."
Natasha's breath caught. I've seen Fury stare down gods and monsters without blinking. He's the man who never bends, never breaks. But now… he looks broken. And that terrifies me more than Hydra itself.
KB stepped forward, his presence calm, his voice carrying the cadence of riddles, gentle, cryptic
"A lamp does not curse the darkness for existing. It shines, so the darkness may retreat. You did not fail because Hydra hid , you fail only if you choose not to shine now that you see."
Fury's shoulders sagged, his eye clouded with doubt;
"I should have seen it. I should have stopped it before it spread. What kind of director lets his house be eaten alive?"
Natasha's thoughts churned. He's blaming himself. He thinks Hydra's poison is his fault. If Fury breaks now, S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks with him. And if S.H.I.E.L.D. falls, the Avengers never rise.
Fury looked at KB torn between hope and despair;
KB's tone deepened, steady as a mantra;
"A tree does not mourn the serpent that coils around its trunk. It grows stronger when the serpent is cut away. S.H.I.E.L.D. can be loyal to you, Fury, if you choose to cleanse it. The Avengers can be free from chains, if you trust them as symbols, not soldiers."
Natasha's chest tightened. He's not just consoling Fury , he's reshaping him. He's planting conviction where doubt lived. And he's doing it with riddles, words that cut deeper than orders ever could.
Fury looked at KB, doubt , pain hidden in his indifferent single eye;
KB (gentle, guiding): "The warrior who doubts himself is like an archer who fears his bow. But the bow does not fail, it waits for courage to draw the string. You are not defeated, Fury. You are only tested."
Natasha's eyes softened. Fury motivates with commands, with sheer force of will. KB motivates with wisdom, with balance. Fury makes you obey. KB makes you believe. And I… I'm starting to believe too.
Fury's expression shifted , the daze giving way to a flicker of resolve.
Fury (gruff, steadier): "You speak in riddles, kid… but damn if they don't make sense."
KB (smiling faintly): "Balance is not found in perfection, Fury. It is found in the courage to begin again."
Fury straightened, his doubt lingering but his conviction rekindled. Natasha felt warmth rise in her chest. I came here thinking KB was just another asset. But now… I see him differently. He's not just guiding Fury. He's guiding me. He's becoming something more , a mentor, a compass. And maybe, just maybe, the Avengers need him as much as they need any of us.
....
The corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D. were quiet after KB's departure. Fury remained in the command chamber, his posture straighter, his conviction rekindled. But Natasha walked alone, her thoughts heavy, her heart unsettled.
She paused at a window overlooking the helicarrier's vast expanse. The city lights shimmered below, but her mind drifted back to darker places , the Red Room, the endless drills, the cold voices that taught her she was nothing but a weapon.
They never spoke of balance. Only obedience. Only perfection. And when I failed, they broke me down until I believed I was less than human. Fury gave me missions, gave me purpose , but he never gave me absolution. He never told me I could begin again.
Her lips curved faintly, almost against her will. KB did. In riddles, in words that sounded like poetry but cut deeper than any blade. "Balance is not found in perfection. It is found in the courage to begin again."
She closed her eyes, hearing his voice echo. That's what I longed for all those years ,a guide, not a commander. Someone who could see me as more than the shadows I lived in. Someone who could remind me that I wasn't just a weapon, but a person who could still choose light.
Natasha opened her eyes, staring at her reflection in the glass. For the first time, she didn't just see the Black Widow. She saw Natasha Romanoff ,a woman who could begin again.
KB isn't just an ally. He's becoming something more. A mentor. A compass. He reshaped Fury in minutes, but he's reshaping me too. And maybe… maybe the Avengers need him not just for his power, but for his wisdom. For the balance he brings.
She whispered to herself, almost reverently: "Maybe that's what I've been missing all along."
....
The morning was deceptively calm. Sunlight spilled across the polished tables of Happy Café. Natasha leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee, her eyes soft for once.
Natasha (smiling faintly): "Strange, isn't it? Yesterday you were reshaping Fury. Today you're just… chatting with me like an old friend."
KB (calm, amused): "Balance requires both war and peace. Even gods must drink tea."
The moment fractured. Alexa's voice cut through the hum of the café, sharp and urgent.
Alexa (alert): "Incoming hostile signatures. Hydra strike team approaching. Temple of Chaos operatives detected. Civilians at risk."
Natasha stiffened. Temple of Chaos? The name meant nothing to her, but KB's expression hardened.
KB(commanding, precise): "Alexa, deploy defenses against firepower. Shield the café perimeter."
Panels hidden in the café walls shimmered to life, energy barriers forming around the guests. Hydra agents stormed in, weapons blazing, accompanied by robed figures whose eyes glowed with eerie crimson light , the Temple of Chaos. Their voices rose in guttural chants, words that twisted the air itself.
The café's warmth shattered as Hydra agents stormed in, weapons blazing. But it was the robed figures behind them ,the Temple of Chaos ,that froze the air. Their eyes glowed crimson, their voices rising in guttural chants that warped the atmosphere. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the floor, twisting like serpents.
Light gathered around KB , and the transformation began. He did not step into armor, nor summon technology. Instead, he cloaked himself in the image of divinity. Golden plates shimmered across his chest, etched with radiant sun patterns. A flowing yellow dhoti wrapped around his legs, regal yet simple. Upon his brow rested a crown ,majestic, kingly ,its crest adorned with peacock feather that glowed emerald and sapphire, catching the light like fragments of eternity.
Natasha (whispering, awestruck): "He… he looks like Lord Krishna himself."
The café fell silent for a heartbeat. Hydra soldiers faltered. The Temple's chants broke, the atmosphere remained quiet for a spilt second due to KB's transformation into superhero which radiate divinity and security , they were a little dazed seeing him in that suit , but that serene atmosphere was broken by the Temple envoy and the battle resumed after a split second.
Natasha (tense, whispering): "Hydra I know. But those… those aren't soldiers."
KB (grim, cryptic): "They are the Temple of Chaos. Born of forgotten oaths, bound to disorder itself. Today, you will see their chaos."
One operative raised a hand, conjuring a blade of pure darkness. Another whispered a chant that made the café lights flicker, reality bending as tables seemed to melt into shadow. Civilians screamed, clutching each other as the air thickened with dread.
Temple Envoy (chanting, voice echoing unnaturally): "Order is a lie. Balance is a chain. Chaos is freedom. Chaos devours."
The operatives moved in unison, their chants binding Hydra's firepower with cursed resonance. Bullets seemed to multiply mid‑air, shadows striking like claws.
KB (commanding): "Alexa, navigate a safe route for civilians. Guide them through the barriers."
Alexa (steady, loyal): "Confirmed. Evacuation corridor established. Civilians, follow the light markers."
Blue holographic arrows appeared, cutting through the distortion. Natasha fired at Hydra agents, covering the fleeing guests, but the Temple's chants made her vision blur.
The café doors burst open again , Tony Stark in his armor, repulsors glowing.
Tony (grinning, breathless): "Hope I'm not late to the party. Hydra crashing breakfast? Not classy."
Natasha (relieved): "Tony , thank God."
Tony froze mid‑blast, his helmet retracting, seeing KB in a suit ;
Tony (stunned): "What the hell… J.A.R.V.I.S., analyze that suit!"
The AI's voice responded instantly, calm and clinical.
J.A.R.V.I.S.: "Scanning… no technological components detected. No weapon systems, no armor plating, no energy source. The attire is purely ornamental. Function: disguise."
Tony blinked, disbelief etched across his face.
Tony (half‑muttering): "You're telling me that's not armor? No tech? No defenses? He's standing there dressed like a god… and it's just cloth and gold?"
Natasha lowered her weapon, eyes fixed on KB.
Natasha (soft, reverent): "It's not the suit. It's him. The disguise hides his identity, but the power… that's all KB."
KB's aura flared, bending bullets into dust, silencing the Temple's chants. His crown shimmered, his dhoti rippled like sunlight, but none of it was armor. It was only a mask, a divine image concealing the man beneath.
KB (calm, resonant): "The suit is illusion. Power lies within. Chaos cannot pierce dharma."
Tony exhaled, shaken. For once, the genius inventor had no explanation.
Tony (quiet, almost respectful): "No tech. No tricks. Just him. And somehow… that's more terrifying than any weapon."
Tony (serious, guarded): "KB, I respect what you've built. More than you know. I can't explain why… not without consequences. But I'm here because I trust you."
KB's eyes glowed faintly.
KB (calm, resolute): "Then watch."
He stepped forward, energy swirling around him. Hydra's bullets dissolved into sparks. The Temple's shadow‑blades shattered against his aura. With maya, KB conjured illusions , phantoms that drew the Temple's strikes into empty air.
Temple Envoy (snarling): "Your tricks cannot bind chaos!"
KB (cryptic, powerful): "Chaos is not freedom. It is hunger. And hunger is always defeated by balance."
He struck with divine strength, his blows precise, graceful. One Hydra agent flew through a wall. A Temple operative's chant faltered as KB's energy wave silenced their voice. Combat mastery flowed through him ,every strike a lesson, every movement a riddle.
Tony fired repulsors, Natasha fought with deadly precision, but it was KB who broke the Temple's advance. Their chants faltered, their shadows recoiled, their cursed weapons dissolved into smoke.
Alexa (calm, proud): "Hostiles neutralized. Civilians safe. Hydra retreating. Temple operatives dispersing."
The café was scarred, but standing. Natasha lowered her weapons, staring at KB.
Natasha (soft, shaken): "You saved them… with power I can't even begin to understand."
Tony (helmet retracting, sincere but cautious): "You're more than an inventor, KB. You're a force. And I respect that. Some truths I can't share ,but know this , I stand with you."
KB's gaze was calm, his voice carrying the weight of riddles.
KB (gentle, cryptic): "Strength is not in the hand that strikes, but in the heart that chooses when not to. Hydra will return. The Temple will rise again. But balance will endure."
Natasha felt it again ,the same warmth she had felt when he guided Fury. KB wasn't just a warrior. He was a mentor, a compass. And now, she realized, he was becoming something more , the heart of their fight.
The café was quiet now, though smoke still curled from shattered walls. Natasha and Tony stood stunned, their eyes fixed on KB.
Natasha (soft, shaken): "They weren't just soldiers. Hydra felt human. But those robed ones… they felt ancient. Wrong. Like the air itself bent around them."
Tony (helmet retracting, voice low): "I've seen tech that warps reality. But that wasn't tech. That was something older. Something primal."
KB's gaze was steady, his voice carrying the cadence of riddles.
KB (calm, cryptic): "They are the Temple of Chaos. Born from the First Fracture ,when creation itself split between order and disorder. They swore themselves to the void, to the unraveling of balance. Their chants are not words ,they are echoes of that fracture, vibrations that gnaw at the fabric of reality."
Natasha shivered. The guttural voices still lingered in her ears, like claws scratching at her soul.
Natasha (hesitant): "Why target you?"
KB's eyes glowed faintly, his tone grave.
KB (measured, fragmentary): "Because I walk the righteous path. They walk the unrighteous. My power ,my balance ,can sever their origin. To destroy me is to preserve their hunger. To let me live is to invite their end. That is why they hunt me."
Tony frowned, his instincts screaming to press for more, but something in KB's tone warned him off.
Tony (cautious): "You're holding back."
KB (gentle, resolute): "I tell you only fragments. The full story carries immense karma ,burdens not meant for you to bear. To know their origin in its entirety is to invite its weight upon your soul. And that, I will not allow."
Natasha exchanged a glance with Tony. Both felt the chill of KB's words.
Natasha (quiet, almost reverent): "Fragments are enough. I don't think I could bear more."
KB nodded, his voice softening into a riddle.
KB (cryptic, guiding): "The serpent coils because it fears the flame. The Temple chants because it fears the silence. And silence, when chosen, is stronger than chaos."
The words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. Natasha realized KB wasn't just fighting Hydra or the Temple ,he was fighting something older, something that made even chaos tremble.
....
Stark Tower, Tony's workshop;
The city lights glittered outside Stark Tower, but Tony Stark couldn't rest. He paced in his workshop, armor pieces scattered across the floor, his mind replaying the chaos at Happy Café.
Tony (muttering, restless): "They bent reality. Shadows clawing at the air. And KB… he bent it back like it was nothing. If they come again, my suit won't be enough."
Jarvis (calm, measured): "Sir, your armor is already at peak efficiency. But if you wish, I can run simulations for further upgrades , adaptive resonance shielding, chaos‑frequency dampeners, and enhanced energy stabilizers."
Tony (grim, paranoid): "Do it. I don't care if it's theoretical. I need something. Because if KB wasn't there today… we'd all be dead."
...
Meanwhile, in a quiet hospital room, Benjamin Morgan lay in bed. Though frail in body, his spirit was vast, merged with Balram, guardian of time, karma, and destiny. He was no longer two beings, but one: Benjamin Morgan, mortal cousin of KB and eternal sentinel.
His eyes glowed faintly as he sat in meditation, machines humming softly around him. He was not bound by the hospital walls; his awareness drifted through the currents of existence.
Benjamin Morgan (whispering to himself): "The river of karma shifts. A new ripple… Captain America awakens. Steve Rogers stirs, and destiny bends."
Across the ether, KB sensed it too. His omnipresence brushed against the disturbance, the awakening of a soul tied to balance.
Benjamin Morgan's voice reached KB through telepathy, layered with both worry and divine resonance.
Benjamin Morgan (worried, telepathic):"Brother… I feel the fracture widening. Hydra was only the surface. The Temple moves deeper. And now Rogers awakens. The river of karma grows turbulent. I fear for the future."
KB's reply was calm, resonant, like a mantra flowing through the mind.
KB (telepathic, reassuring):"Do not fear the river, Benjamin. A river does not resist its bends ,it flows. Roger awakens because balance requires him. Chaos rises because balance demands its test. We are not here to stop the river. We are here to guide it."
Benjamin Morgan exhaled, his worry easing under KB's words.
Benjamin Morgan (soft, resigned):"You speak as if destiny is already written."
KB (cryptic, steady):"Destiny is not written ,it is woven. And every thread, even chaos, strengthens the tapestry. Trust the weave. Trust balance."
The telepathic link faded, leaving Benjamin Morgan in quiet meditation, the hospital room filled with a strange serenity. KB's presence lingered, steady as the stars.
Meanwhile, Tony stared at his armor, paranoia gnawing at him. He didn't know of karma, or destiny, or the Temple's true origin. But he knew one thing: KB was no ordinary ally. And if the world was shifting, he had to be ready.
....
Whereas, in old dilapidated building ,
Steve Rogers blinked against the dim light, the sterile hum of the hospital room fading as realization struck. Something was wrong. The radio broadcast was out of place, the walls too perfect. He pushed past the door, his instincts driving him forward.
The world outside was louder, harsher. He ran until the false walls gave way, until the illusion shattered , and suddenly he was standing in a dilapidated gym, its floorboards cracked, its air heavy with dust.
From the shadows, a figure stepped forward. The trench coat, the steady gait, the single piercing eye , it was Nick Fury.
Fury (gruff, steady): "You've been asleep, Captain. A long time."
Steve's chest heaved, his mind racing.
Steve (hoarse, incredulous): "How long?"
Fury (measured, almost reverent): "Almost seventy years."
The words hit like a blow. Steve's gaze swept the gym, the broken mirrors reflecting fragments of a man out of time.
Steve (quiet, shaken): "I had a date."
Fury's expression softened, just for a moment.
Fury (low, serious): "The world's changed, Rogers. Hydra's not gone. Shadows are moving. And we need you awake."
Steve straightened, the soldier in him rising despite the weight of loss.
Steve (resolute): "Then tell me where to start."
....
KB in his suit which radiated the golden light that radiated from his divine form. His armor shimmered with sun patterns, his yellow dhoti rippled like sunlight, and the peacock feather crown upon his brow gleamed with emerald fire. sitting in Timeless environment , Playing his flute , sitting on a swing ;
He turned, not to Fury or Natasha, but to you, the reader. His voice carried the weight of Krishna's wisdom, calm yet piercing.
KB (to the reader):"Fury doubts himself as Director, believing he has failed. But responsibility is not measured by victories alone. A leader is like a charioteer , he cannot control the storm, but he must guide the horses through it. Fury's burden is heavy, yet his doubt is proof of his care. To question oneself is not weakness; it is the mark of one who carries dharma upon his shoulders."
He paused, the golden light reflecting across the timeless environment , engulfing Myriad heavens ;
"Natasha's struggle is different. She questions her choices as a human, haunted by shadows of her past. She believes redemption is beyond her reach. But dharma is not about erasing what has been , it is about choosing rightly in the present. Her scars do not define her; her resolve does. In every step she takes toward balance, she becomes more than her past. She becomes her own liberation."
The crown shimmered, the lotus blossoms swayed gently, and KB's gaze held steady on the reader.
"Remember this: doubt visits every leader, every warrior, every soul. Fury doubts his command, Natasha doubts her humanity. Yet both walk the path. And walking the path, even in uncertainty, is dharma. You too will doubt. But doubt is only the shadow. The light is in the choice to continue."