Hope is Dead

Happiness was elusive and nothing more than a heat haze. A few moments in time can be said to be happy, but when Arthur looks back at them now, most of them were not genuine happiness.

His memories with his father were now sullied, and what little happiness he once pursued now tasted bitter in his mouth. Arthur stared at the man who spent most of his life recreating a fantasy of glory, but when he looked deeper, he saw a neglected child.

"Your father neglected you, and to compensate for that, believing that it's right, you took control of every detail of my life."

"I showered you with affection, love, and care. I never once forced you to do anything. I was the best father there is, and I was never disappointed even when you didn't awaken."

"Because you were the one behind that too," sighed Arthur. "You gave me this cursed power that devours who I am and the responsibility to be everyone's enemy. I live every day knowing that many want me dead."