I'm no longer with these assassins, in this bed of terror, but in my distant refuge, my hands twined together, my head bowed, weak, breathless, calm, free, and older than I'll ever have been, if my calculations are correct. I'll tell my story in the past none the less, as though it were a myth, or an old fable, for this evening I need another age in which I became what I was.
The narrator reflects on their separation from a life filled with danger and fear, emphasizing a newfound sense of tranquility and freedom. This sense of liberation comes with a feeling of having aged significantly, suggesting that the experiences endured have profoundly shaped their identity and perspective. The imagery of hands intertwined and a bowed head conveys vulnerability, yet it also suggests a peaceful resignation to their circumstances.
Despite the troubling memories associated with their past, the narrator chooses to recount their story as if it were a myth or fable, indicating a desire to distance themselves from the emotional weight of those events. This storytelling serves as a form of catharsis, allowing the narrator to reflect on their journey and transformation into who they are now. Through this lens, the past becomes a narrative that enriches their present, illuminating the progression from turmoil to peace.
