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Grief
Hate. For a moment it consumed him but then he felt as if all the strength he possessed suddenly left him. It left him raw, like an open wound. Grief cut deeply. Grief for so much loss. A win that came at too high a price.
Like dead he stared at the world around him without seeing.
Around him, people celebrated – those that weren't too exhausted – and he resented them. How could he revel in the end when there was no future left for him? He was only half after all: Half a life, half a mind, half a person.