His heart
was shaped and molded
from ashes, from steel,
from pain, from death.
His heart
remained unwavering
as the brave fell
around him, before him.
His heart
contained no weakness
no emotion
or so he thought.
His heart
ached in a way
he didn't know possible
but there was no denying it.
His heart
was heavy with guilt
the 'what ifs' and failed plans
his job was to protect her.
His heart
in a body so strong
was broken,
shattered with her touch.
His heart
mourned the loss
of his love, his life
Cortana.