He had been happy, once.
People all around him...
...warmth in their gazes...
...smiles on their faces.
Or was that just a dream?
But it wasn't a dream, it was the past.
Being an empire, with the promise of all becoming one with him...
...and many already one with him...
Yes, he had been happy once.
And though he was alright now, not completely miserable (as he had been at other points in his life)...
...still he missed those days.
So he promised to himself that those days would come again...
...and as he watched those that he loved, who would one day love him, (as all should) arguing over silly little things...
...he couldn't help but smile.