It's over.
The battle has been fought, and I won. But at what cost?
His body lies still, broken by my hand. The last light in his eyes faded, and with it, the only voice that ever truly challenged me. I told him it had to be this way. I told him sacrifices were necessary. I told myself that the end justified the means. But now, as I lay here, a cold emptiness spreads within me.
I've done it. I've shaped the world in my image. The systems will crumble. The order he so fiercely protected will fall. Everything will be reborn... in my vision. But I will never see it. And neither will he.
But I've won... So why does it feels like I've lost everything?
I can feel it slipping away now—my sanity, my humanity. Maybe it went the moment I crossed the line, or maybe it left me long before this. He said there was another way, a different path I refused to see. Was he right?
I can't know now. It's too late. There's no turning back.
The world will change, yes, that much is certain. But will it be better? Will the suffering I caused lead to anything at all? Will there be peace, or have I only planted the seeds for another cycle of destruction?
He believed in hope, in people, in the light that I snuffed out today. I believed in power, in control, in a cold, calculated future. But as I fade, I can't help but wonder if we were both wrong.
The world will go on without us. The changes I forced will take root, or they won't. Perhaps the new world will rise from our ashes... or perhaps it will fall, as we did.
But none of it matters now. Not to me. Not to him.
In the end, we're both just... gone."