You come through the door, holding out your arms.
They are still raw from the burniing.
I reach for them and my chi is renewed.
I can face my darker self.
After the reemerging, I see you now as an equal.
No longer the student but now the Master.
You take the pebble from my hand with ease.
Our lives have changed once again.
I ask you to take care of this place, while I go in search of another,
that one whom I thought was also gone from me forever.
I am content to know that you will be there when I return.
You are Caine.
They will ask for you, and you will help them, continuing the tradition
of our ancesters.
As I leave on my journey, I dare not turn back.
I might loose my resolve and come back to you.
The tears I shed are both joyous and sad.
I am proud of you, My Shaolin Son.

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