You think I'm not coming to save you. Deep inside, even after all I have shown you, all we have been through, you think these are your heroes and they have failed you. Well, one of them at least. You think I will let you go. You suspect all is lost and tomorrow is trouble. You are afraid I will let the smallest among you fall through the holes in my hands. You think that roar is not me. You think it's the enemy and all his plans will work. You think you will starve to death. You think I will let you. Don't you remember me? Don't you remember that time? Or the other time? You want to forget them. You want to forget all the times, but if I let you forget them, you will also forget me and won't know me at all when I come. You think I am not coming, don't you? You think that I will be cruel.