What could he do? Could he ever become what he once was?
He hated this feeling, he wanted to run, he wanted to escape.
But he couldn't, was it supposed to be like this? To be forgotten? After all he had accomplished?
That his history wears the name of an other country?
He didn't want to hate his brother, I love my little brother! he said to himself, over and over again.
But was he trying to make himself believe it? He wasn't selfish, even thought people thought he was. How could people think that, after all he had give up for someone else.
But...He didn't regret it..Or did he?..Would he do it again if he could go back in the past? Would he gave everything up? Sacrifice his whole being for someone who doesn't seem to remember where he comes from?
The answer scares him, he's scared of what he would do if the chance was giving to him..
What happen? When did I changed my mind? Those questions keep going in his mind. But he already knows those answers.
And those answers terrifies him.