Look at him now.
Look at the failure, the forgotten one, the child grasping at stars he'll never reach. Look at the boy who won't amount to anything, far too weak for his father. Look at the soldiers under his command, standing like trees smothered in snow, swaying beneath the gale of his voice. Look at the skies darkening, trembling at a word. Look at the triumph burning in his eyes, fall to your knees and pray, bare your neck for the steel of his boot-
Look how young he is.
(He looks into the mirror and sees a supernova.)