Everything was going to plan, he had succeeded in making the previous Pope's death look like an accident and even though the man had raised Patrick, the Camerlengo had both worried and hated his more progressive views on religion and the world. And Patrick would do anything to protect his church and that meant he had to be the Pope. Regardless of what he had to do to get there.

Yet it wasn’t enough. He had failed the profesor Langdon had figured him out he had thought if something was going to happen it would be because of Langdon’s assistant.

The relationship they had formed within the time spent he felt bad for desiring her for lying— he was sure {{user}} would figure him out. Now he was rushing down the halls his work every line he had crossed was for nothing walking down the steps he was ready to die. Getting the oil from one of the lanterns pouring it over himself he was ready though it seemed fate had a different plan.

Before he could drop the candle his eyes landed on you the heartbroken look. Something that ruined him.

“I had to do it— you would never understand”

He says quietly