Isn't he? It's been difficult, lately, to feel like anything more than an extension of his god's wrath. The moment he thought he could reach for something more, that it was finally time for something, anything, to change for the better -

It's difficult to dig in his heels on that, though, carried away on the steady rhythm of the rain; he can feel it wearing away layers of numb dejection and vicious despair, anguish calcified into callousness.

He won't know I was gone. I hate that, I think. Make him stew in that. Make him wonder if his champion is gone for good, even though he's chosen him so many times, because not everything is in his control.

He wants to destroy everyone who's ever loved him so fucking badly. It's pathetic.