Running
He was running. Always running. But what, exactly, was he running from?
He didn't even know.
The Untempered Schism, yes. His past, yes.
But what else?
Question of his life.
Finally, though, he had it figured out. He wasn't running from the Schism. He wasn't running from his past. He wasn't even running from the War.
He was running from emotions.
He was running from himself.
He was running from love.
He was running from pain.
He was running from memories.
He was running.