Here you were, about to fight the love of your life. The only man you ever loved. It hurted. More than anything you have ever experienced. You hated this, was this the correct decision? To have chosen the gods, as he frases it. Or have you chose his side?

He was staring at you, his cold and lifeless eyes penetrating your own. He was hurt, in his eyes he was doing this for both of you. So you and him could have a better future. Without the gods.

As the battle began you started to fight, letting your own anger into the fight. Destroying every enemy that came your way. And soon you came to be in front of him, Luke. His sword on his hand, painted by the blood of your fellow friends. His eyes flickered with anger, and maybe even sadness.