When you don't have an answer, you live in hope.
But when you get those answers, what is one left with?
Sylvester knew the answer. It was sorrow, anger, and a thirst for vengeance. And one thing the heavens had already witnessed was his persistence in enacting that vengeance. No matter how long it may take, no matter who the enemy was, in the end, he will have the cure for his burning heart.
"This is no place for you to remain buried." He fondly looked at the body. "I'll be back to take you, Diana. Once all this is over, I'll return… dead or alive."
With a heavy heart, he headed off towards the gates, holding himself as composed as possible.
But for once, he looked behind at the distance, her face illuminated under the light. How could the sorrow just vanish after their lives were played with?
"When will this misery end?"
Sadly, no voice replied. Nor could he find an answer within.
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