It still haunts me to this day. Not facing death, or defeating a madman. But the death of a man I thought was a monster. I see him bleeding before me, his last words "Look. At. Me." Before the light leaves his eyes. His memories as the truth is brought to life. He has kept me alive all these years. My guilt, I should have seen it, his protection all these years. I should have trusted him, and my instinct to protect him and maybe he would still be here. I cry myself to sleep some nights, to these very thoughts. Only to wake up screaming to the images they evoke. I am sad, I am haunted. As I grieve the loss of the bravest man I ever knew, and I pray to see him again some day, and thank him for the things he's done that I will never be able to repay.