At the end of his life, Augustus was consumed by hatred, he would have rather died on a battlefield far from here, back in the past when his glory was in bloom and the world was at his feet.
He would have chosen to die a more painful death if the child he rescued had been given a space to survive, and although the Rune Ship did not want to choose her body, Lamia had insisted, because it would slow down its recovery.
Augustus had begged for her life due to many reasons, but he could not forget the moment, towards the end, when the child had called him father. Lamia had enjoyed his pain.
There was a time when that word was meaningless to him, as worthless as everything a mortal touches. The years of pain had taught him something different, and this once mighty general who thought he was a monster, knew that in the coldness of the universe, he was nothing but a clown in the face of true evil.
"I will kill you…."
