Running
Running, running from pain, from guilt. If he runs fast enough, long enough, the past will never catch up.
Running through time and space, saving worlds over and over, trying to atone for what he's done.
They haunt him, the ones he couldn't save, his survival only luck.
He didn't chose to live, to be the last of his kind, it hurts too much so he runs.
Sometimes people travel with him until they can't run anymore, they leave, they all leave.
He jokes, is ancient, like fire and ice and he's wonderful, but his hearts grieve.
He's been running since he was eight, running his whole life; now it's time for him to stop.