"Gods be damned. Gods damn my greed. Gods damn myself, for not having the courage to do what you once saw to be the right choice. I should have rid the world of myself before it could go too far. I am an abomination, a poison. They praise my achievements for my youth, but do they not know the tainted platform that I stand on? Of course they do not. I ought not exist… I ought not…" Oliver said, his anger quenching the tears just for a second. "And Nila… When she too finds out what I am… where shall I be?"
That last blow tore his heart apart. His words ran dry, and his head fell against his chest. He knelt in the snow, in front of the statue of his dead master, with snowflakes gathering atop his shoulders and his head. He wished for nothing more than death then, knowing the mistake that he had made, and knowing the wave that he had let go too far.
