The look on Thomas’ face at first. Shock, disbelief and perhaps a bit of uncertainty at his own memory of James. For ten years, Flint had the painting of The Hamilton’s to remember Thomas’ face by. He had Miranda to talk to and keep that memory alive. He had the book Thomas had given him to hold on to. Thomas had none of those things. He had no photos or keepsakes, just his memories and no one to share them with. And memories fade over time despite how much we don’t want them to. You forget little things like facial features, the sound of a loved one’s voice, their laugh, the exact color of their eyes. Thomas must have been questioning for a moment if this was real or just someone who reminded him of James. Then he realizes it’s really him. And I’m crying forever.
Non sibi sed aliis (Not for ourselves, but for others)
The motto on the colonial seal of the State of Georgia (USA) can be seen on the gate of the Savannah plantation where Flint and Thomas Hamilton are finally reunited. It has a deep meaning: Flint has fought all those years not for himself, but for revenge, anger and rage, the thing that wants “to see the world burn”; he has decided to quit his war not for saving himself but for Thomas, clinging to the hope he could be still alive as Silver said he would.