By day he was the empty shell of the man he used to be.
By night he was the broken remainder of that man.
By day he was a ruthless leader; cold, hard and unflinching. He provided no lenience, tolerated no failure and reaped the rewards without even batting an eyelid.
By night he was a man torn apart by emotion; defeated, apathetic and destroyed. He hardly slept, the deep lines engraved in his face evidence of this; and, when he did, his dreams were filled with her.
He lived on in the hope that she would one day return.