'What is it that I want?'
The thought echoed through Damian's mind as he stood there in the snow.
'Want...'
A memory surfaced unbidden from a few weeks ago, inside the forest behind Stormhold Academy.
Back then, Sloth had asked him a somewhat similar question, and his reply had been–
"Want is a luxury that I can't afford."
The figure's voice spoke the exact words Damian was remembering.
"Wanting things is for people who have the freedom to choose."
Damian's eyes widened slightly.
The figure continued, somehow knowing precisely what conversation he'd been recalling.
"This is what you told Sloth back then. You dismissed the entire concept because you believed you had no real choice."
Snow gathered on both their shoulders.
"And now you have that luxury as well. The freedom to choose, the freedom to want, the freedom to decide your own path."
'Do I really have it?'
Damian's eyes found the shrouded figure, searching for answers.
