He always chose love over power. but it had to be was an asset to the volturi,and asset to its this one time he chose power over love and he was never the same...
It was night,Aro ghoasted along the path,he could smell her,his beloved sister,waiting to say good bye to him,a special good last good bye she would ever give,he sobbed,so quietly as to not alert remebered when they were children Didy had fell,from one of the tallest had been determined to,prove him wrong,when he teased her about being a delicate was so stubborn leg broke when she had carried her three miles to there home,on he out skirts of the city of was but a humble farm,with good food and a loveing brought her in the back door to the kitchen were his mama was cleaning she noticed her two children imediatly went to work on Didy's held Aro's hand and cried into his held her feeling quiet guilty,about his actions.
Now being able to see her joy full red eyes he wished with every fiber of his being he could go back,and relive every moment with his dearest it was to late he had already embraced her and snaped off her head lit the fire and burned her,all the while crying full out like a baby,he misse her always mind couldn't take his knew he broke him knew he'd gone mad with grief with guilt with so the last sane thing in his head was the fact that he had chosen power over love,over family,over now that he had,he could never go back,he knew,he had died with his now that thought comforts him now,and for the rest of his his horrable truth comes out,never.