It’s not up to you. (No, it never really was.)

I’ve never been much of a control freak; I’m much more about balance and shared power. That said, I know how to take control of a situation when I need to.

So I've steeled myself for battle—let the spoils fall as they may. It’s never easy deciding to enter into conflict, but generally if there is a choice between a nearly mortal wound that will eventually heal, and prolonged, indefinite, dull pain, I’ll opt for the immediate wound. Once healed, I’ll be able to move on intact, albeit battle-scarred. Scars are sexy, anyway.

Shall I remain standing, I will of course record the details in the annals of history.