whatever i’ve done, i did it for love
To tread the path of fate or defy it—such is the torment of a heart torn between duty and desire. If I honor her wish, I surrender to the tide of providence, cast aside vengeance, and embrace the cruel hands of my ungrateful sons, who in their blindness, know not the weight of their sins. In dying, I become the dust beneath their feet, a whisper lost to the winds of heaven’s decree. Yet, if I grasp the Holy Grail with mortal hands, if I stain them with the blood of my own flesh, I shatter the divine order and carve a new destiny in defiance of the heavens. My wife, the moon of my world, may curse me with her fury, may weep for the love I have tainted, but is love not a wretched, selfish thing? If to change her fate means to bear her wrath, then so be it. I shall be the villain who dares to reach for eternity, even if eternity spits me out.