Somehow, when we think there is no more batlles we can win, the war is over, and you are the one having less corpses next to you.
It's weird how things turn out to be always out of control, like something invisible moves around you, pushing you when you're down, opening a door when the walls are closing in or taking everything away when you feel (too) safe.
I believe this existez is a commum circle, energies pulling us somewhere.
But maybe tomorrow I'll believe something else...