It was only when he was alone, laying in the darkened room that he allowed his thoughts to wonder completely uncontrolled. Faces, names, miles of memories stretched out before him. Realizations of choices made incorrectly, those who died, suffered and even hated him for those choices that had to be made. He always tried to save them all, be the that knight or perhaps even savior, correct the difficulties of the universe in even the the tiniest movements. Often it worked. He smiles at the private thoughts showing him the smiles, laughter and engulfing him with a sense of accomplishment.