Rabbit × The Beacon-Bearer
It burns for the ideal too, yet halfway through the burn it always checks the door is still open.
The Beacon-Bearer burns for the ideal and runs at it without looking back. The Rabbit burns for it too, then halfway through the burn checks the door is still open. So you carry a real conviction and a clean exit at once, the rising Waxing Crescent kind of fire that climbs the sky but keeps one eye on the ground it came from.
The gift here is that you never truly burn yourself away. You hold the belief and you spare yourself the needless cost, so the fire lasts where a pure Beacon-Bearer would have flamed out by spring. Arcturus chases the light and never turns around. You chase it and you do turn around, just enough to make sure you can get home, and that is why you are still going when the martyrs have gone cold.
The catch is that you spare yourself a little too well. The moment you sense real risk you slip off with the flag still half-raised, and the people around you cannot tell if you ever believed at all. A conviction that always keeps the door open reads, from outside, like no conviction. The Waxing Crescent is fire on the rise, not fire in retreat. Once, on the thing you actually believe, raise the flag the whole way and let the door swing shut behind you.
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