Pyromancer

Yes, you can think of me as a pyromancer of sorts, reckless and foolish, and of you as the one who puts out the blaze when it runs amuk. You forget, however, all those moments when I was the one standing between you and the flames set after your own skin. And you would do well to remember them. It's not that I need you to endlessly thank me for it - I don't -, but one day I won't be here, and perhaps with all my flaws and vices you'll find yourself remembering my recklessness while pushing the flames away.