Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
His entire life is devoted to what he believed was right. He turned his back to the Righteous as well as the Evil. In the end, he chose his own road, and carefully, yet boldly, walked on. He was lied to, he was used, and he clearly sees through the power struggle and knows he’s nothing more than a pawn in this war. This realization doesn’t deter him from keeping the distant promise, from completing his assignment. He walks alone, while the world collapsed around him.
He’s not perfect. Far from it. The once-upon-a-time innocent love is buried under bitterness and hatred. How complicated is human nature, who can truly define, what is good, and what is not evil? He conceals his virtue and uses detest as a shield. Deep within his soul, who says he’s not deserving, who says he lacks courage?
For him, death is simply the light to a long-destined end. Proud as he is, who looks upon pity and sympathy with destain, refused to seek other’s appreciation nor reciprocation. Some of us may bemoan at the fate’s unjust treatment, but to him, life’s never perfect. He accepts it without so much as a blink of an eye. He doesn’t care for people’s praise for his courage, nor those who lament his sacrifice. Because everything he did, all of this, is his way to repent and atone to his loved ones for the mistakes he once made.
He cautiously balances on the fine line between justice and evil, love and hate. As the dark mark is burned through his skin, years of suffering has clawed their way to his heart.
In the end, all he wanted, was to look at the pair of emerald eyes that once inspired love deep within his decrepit soul. Perhaps to beg for forgiveness after spending seventeen years in the dark pit of remorse. To catch the familiar spark that soothes out all the pain and despair, to be reborn in the same world with her again, to find the long lost peace.