'I started a fight' the old man replies, 'A very long time ago. I started it because no one else would. Because it had to be done. All my life I have been fighting. But no more. I am too old.'

He is still and quiet for some time, then softly chuckles. 'How does one explain something like this?' he mumbles, 'I have not spoken about this to anyone for a long, long time. It is almost beyond explaining at this point. I know what I know because I must know it, but how...' He pauses and clicks his tounge, 'How do I make you know also?'