Battles fought: some lost, some won. Blood-stained boots and dull, worn swords. The tang of blood and the sting of pain. Rank, duty, and honor. Forgotten.
Alliances forged and thrown away. Friendships settled in dust and left to ruin. A world and path abandoned for a righteous cause. Forgotten.
The future that never was. The man he never became. The things he never had. Forgotten.
The touch of her fingertips across his cheek and the echoing lilt of her laughter. And the loss. The emptiness. The hatred. Not forgotten.