They were tired of killing their enemies and watching their fellow soldiers die. They fell to their knees, their minds and bodies giving way, exhausted by the burden of a war that had lasted two thousand years.
Slowly, as they caught their breath, they saw misery, despair, and death around them.
In the stillness that followed, they recognized the vicious loops of anger, hate, and fear in the ways of the old.
Awakened, they paused.
They wondered if they could simply lay down the burden of the past, and with that came a deep desire for freedom.
As they saw their own reflection in the other, they dropped their weapons for the sake of future generations.
The cycles of haunted histories shattered like glass as they chose love over war.
They chose love, over and over again.