He was alone in the dark, cold room. His body broken down and tired. Regret in his heart. Memories that he longs to forget.

Together. They used to be together. His home, his family. The two most important people in his life. He thought he would always feel safe with them. Content. Now, he's just lost and doesn't know his place anymore.

He believed in a dream, but he realizes he was only chasing after fairytales. Always stand together. Fighting for justice.

He stands among shattered pieces. Shards cutting into his heart. Its so lonely here without the love he used to depend on. The ones he cared so much about. Its so cold without that fire burning deep within him. The only thing that keeps him going is believing he is doing the right thing.

He didn't reveal his true emotions, wanting to bury them, hide them. He promised he would try to keep honoring his best friend though, the one he had grown closer to. He would to try pick things up from where they left. His other half, oh he loved him so deeply. He was so scared for him and a part of him was angry. How could he just leave him to pick up the pieces? He couldn't do it without him.

And the other half of his soul. The one he was still learning to trust. He had tried to seek answers from him before but was turned away. Was always left behind. Once he had started to fight back, things got worse. The trauma of these fights never forgotten. Then he came back. Apologizing for leaving them, for betraying them.

'You forgot about all that you did to me. What about that? Does the hurt you put through not matter?'

All those terrible sins he had committed. So much he needed to answer for. And he still made their union about glory. About winning some gold. What happened to doing the right thing? He couldn't let him get away with this. He would only taint their third half's memory if he let him win.

'Keep on fighting, keep on fighting…'

No forgiveness. An unforetold future. No home to return to.

He knows they are together. That's how it should be. He would only get in the way of things, make it more complicated. They're better off without him. He's glad they at least have each other, even though he's alone.

His heart will remain cold for the rest of his life, not exposing it for more hurt. Too many promises broken. He had grown tired. Tired of the constant noise, all the uncertainty. His mind going crazier than what it already was. Tired of caring so much, being an afterthought. It hurts him to do so, but he needed to find a way to protect himself.

'I'll be alright on my own. Don't need no one anymore.'

He'll not answer anymore questions. What can he say? There's nothing he can do to make it right again. Might as well just turn away.

'You both meant so much. I love you. Gave you my all.'

That part of him is dead. Nothing left but an empty shell of his former self.

'Throw it all away…before they throw you away.'