He has to act the part. Pretend to be something he's not. Because if he stops for one second people will see him for what he really is. They'll see past the persona he has built, the carefully grafted shields placed over him for protection. They will see the man beneath the lies and deceit. The man who flies across the stars in a small wooden box and cuts down all those in his path. The man who sent a billion ships burning and committed genocide. A monster that would call itself god and decide the fate of others. A man who lets no conscience through and allows no feeling until stripped of his defences.

A man who even hides from himself behind a flurry of words and whirl wind of knowledge.

A man who is always running. Too terrified to look back at what he has done.

A man that can't bear to look at himself.

A man hated by his own mind.