It took one minute of blank for me to have completely lost. It could take less. There is no weak or strong. There's just a moment, and in a moment, universes can end, and that's just the circumstance of that moment. And whoever fucking pushed the big red button.

I have always had an issue with the "strength" thing too, not because I don't believe I am strong, but because it's as if saying that I wouldn't be strong if I hadn't been raped. That one minute changed everything and I have no doubt that even now, if I went back in time knowing what I know now, I could not help losing that minute. All the minutes afterward weren't me proving I was strong by overcoming it or living in spite of it. It was just me still existing but with new big-red-button dents and paint coats added to experience levels that no one should have.

Strength ≠ strength against the weakness/evil of others. It only means the ability to persevere.

And I don't know if perseverance is truly strength, or just survival.