We are all loved by someone.
And in turn, we love someone.
Those without love are perhaps the freest of all, yet theirs is the freedom of the lost.
Perhaps the most important thing Damon had gained was love. He was surrounded by it now. There were those who loved him… and those he himself loved.
They had become his strength just as he had become theirs.
Yet love was terrible.
With it, we suffer.
Without it, we suffer.
If suffering is inevitable, then why not love and suffer anyway?
Mugu loved with all his heart… and he paid for it. The world itself suffered for it, forever changed by the weight of his love.
Lazarak loved as well. He loved his brother, his creator, and the world he lived in… and for them, he died.
Even Ashcroft loved.
And because he loved, he learned to fear love itself.
In the end, he stood alone, leaving behind nothing but a legacy of fear.
Love or solitude…
The ending remained the same.
Suffering would always follow.
