Glaive turned around to face Altair. "What's there to know? My story is just like everyone else's. You are born into this world, you live, and then you die. There's nothing special about it. We all are in the same cycle no matter how we might try and deny it. Every story has a beginning and end, but it's what you do with that story that makes it worthwhile."<br/>Glaive looked up at the ceiling, but he looked at it in such a way it was like he wasn't looking at the ceiling, but rather deep in thought about something. "When I feel the need to I'll tell you what lies in the pages of my story." Glaive got up and went out the side door that led outside.