rage
Awash with anger, some memory perhaps? Some lost fragment from the past...why does he surge on in this furious rampage of ire?
....It is of no matter. The reason has long been blown away with the sands of time.
loneliness
The solitary one, he appears light-hearted...at a glance. When one looks deeper, they can mark the little details...the slightly curved brows...the almost sad eyes...the small lines and rings of weariness...
She tries to be cheerful, to be happy, to be the daughter that he never had, but desolation is a heavy burden to bear.
time
These young children, these arrogant fools...have they forgotten the old ways of their elders? He stands proud. Old age is inescapable. It is the inevitable, no matter how many prattle on uselessly about immortality. They will all face it sometime....just like he had.
sacrifice
A noble death, some would say. But death is not noble, is it? She left, her life for theirs. She left for them...but she left them behind. Does she regret this? Does she yearn for them still? Is she proud of the things she has done?
nihilism
Hollow. Empty. This chasm of nothingness, what does he do to fill it? Nothing. It is a useless fight, in any case. He has no true will to live. What are these...emotions...that so many speak of? What do they look like? If they cannot be seen with this eye of his, they are falsely invented, foolish dreams that only the desperate and weak-minded could think up of.
despair
He has long ago given up on this useless chase. He hates her. And yet...
No. He hates her. Hates her for making him want things he can never have.
destruction
He is proud, and honorable as well, to an extent. He wants to prove that he is not inferior, that he is equal—no! stronger! than they are, than they will ever be!
And so he surges on.
intoxication
He craves this light, this savior. He praises this king's ideals, hungrily devours his messages, and with pride fights, kills, destroys, for his purpose, without hesitation. Without a backwards glance to see that he is repeating history. His history. No, he looks up, up, where he sees the glorious light that will save them all. Up, towards a false hope.
Up, where he cannot see the world slipping away under his very feet.
madness
Crazed, deranged to the point that all his underlings are simply information seekers, healers, and containers, he snapped long ago. He aches for flawlessness, to be the "perfect being". He yearns for knowledge, for the knowledge that will ultimately be his downfall.
avarice
He came to escape from pain. Now he reaches with greedy fingers for more power, to keep feeding his extreme hunger. He voraciously devours to build himself up, and claiming their own abilities. He is too gluttonous to notice the enemy's immense will to defeat him.