He felt the vulnerability that he had forced upon so many others. He realized that his power was merely a costume given to him by his father; his true self was weak and cowardly. He wept, the kohl from his eyes running down his cheeks, realizing the tragedy of the Singardaan—a trap for those who valued only the flesh.
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