Pain.
Yes, that was this feeling. Pain.
Everything reflects the pain like a mirror, showing you what you could have done to prevent this feeling.
And always he is there. Starring, laughing, accusing. He, who helped cause this pain.
Truth. The burning, horrible truth that you deny even when it stares you in the face and spits on you. That helped cause the pain, too.
This pain that is so great it numbs the body can only be created when you put all your soul into something. No. More than your soul.
The Armada isn't coming. They never were.
