What is honour?
Honour — is it just an idea, a philosophy only some people abide by when it suits them? Or is it something that you can simply ignore?
The word had always sounded like a shield, a beacon in the chaos a hand that supported you whenever you needed it the most — a compass for the lost. But now? Now it felt hollow, empty like a fragile mask cracking and crumbling under the weight of the bitter reality.
What was honour, really? Was it loyalty? Courage? Truth? Or just a story told to keep men obedient, to make them march blindly toward impossible ideals?
He had trusted, believed. Sworn his faith to something .Someone greater than himself. And yet, that trust had shattered like glass, leaving nothing but sharp fragments cutting into his soul.
Could honour survive when the foundation beneath it is betrayal? Was it still honour if no one remembered, no one cared? or could you even simply just turn a blind eye when its inconvenient.
Or was it just a ghost — an illusion clung to by fools who still hoped the world was fair?
Caleb didn't know anymore he was empty. All he knew was the sting of betrayal, the cold emptiness where honour certainty once stood now it was just a delusion.
Maybe honour was dead. Maybe he was too..
He didn't know. Maybe that was for the better. Maybe for the worse.
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Short chapter next chapter will be next week Monday.