He preferred to be alone. The quiet, cold darkness of solitude was excruciating but it was fitting, it was what he deserved. No longer did he enjoy the shining light of the sun or the sweltering heat of the summer, nor would he ever again. That was a privilege he had tossed aside when he made his choice those many years ago.
Could he go back and do everything again he would have made a different choice, he wouldn't have turned his back on his master. But he was blinded, tempted by fruits too sweet and accrued a debt so great that it would take him centuries to repay. But he could repay it, so there was hope, however, dim it was, it burned inside of him even still, and maybe…just maybe he could nurture it to be enough, just enough to keep him going.
But right now, it wasn't enough to keep him from rotting.
Despite his sorrow, he felt rage. Despite his remorse, he felt wronged. He had been led astray, he was not the plotter, he was but a follower, surely, he did not deserve this? To have his light stripped away and to be cast down to this god forsaken-
There it was. The phrase that described not only the location but himself. God has forsaken. Such a terrible phrase to use. He never thought he'd be one to use it, never in all his life, yet here he was. Forsaken and alone, sitting in the rain with nothing but a sword and cloth. He supposed he was lucky to have that at least. But he didn't care.
He just wanted to go home. But he couldn't. Not for centuries. Would he make survive in this limbo? Would he purge his soul of whatever evil nested within? Or would he rot and waste away?
Only time would tell. Oh, how he cursed time.
