I'm back.
I shall always come back.
You won't touch me again for as long as I live.
The Durandals of fate are to be grabbed, turned, twisted, rebuilt, repainted, recolored, reassembled.
None of which to say a prettier coat is all it can offer.
Despite the challenge, despite the rage, hate, fear, terror, scorn, apocalypse, death, frustration, calculation, deconstruction, pain.
I return.
Then
eventually
I accomplish.

Not that you know the story.