MONOLOGUE

Your death will be much like your life, short and meaningless.  I remember our last encounter.  You were lost, scared, broken.  Your unlikely escape and improbable ability to stay hidden from me for so long is condusive to your extreme luck.  But you can only run as far as your past will allow.  Avoiding the inevitable, praying for the impossible.  It was only a matter of time before you, like me, realized the power of the choice you made.  You finally see the control it has over you now.  So long ago, you tried to escape your destiny.  Your path, in the end, has led you back to me.  Your choice, your path, and I am your end.  It was always meant to be.  And I shall not fail to finish what you have started.  By the time you realize you cannot escape, it will be too late.  Any thoughts you had about honor or duty or purpose are irrelevant now.  You lost.  Deep down, you knew this day would come.  Although your cause may be just, your truth will not survive.  History is not written by those who were right, but by those who won the war.