He stood on the precipice, watching himself watching everyone. His constant companion, hidden from the view of lighter burdens, was by his side as mute as time.
His life flashed before his eyes, as it always did during the quieter moments. The joys of family, the horror and grief of loss of life and love, the frustration of perfection. All of it.
Decisions that were made at other's sacrifice - a lash for each. The ones at his sacrifice - innumerable scarring.
There was a wound for each heart breaking, thrice the pain owed as having it inflicted upon the dearest ones.
A mask that threatens to break from inside out, from all those that looked with horror and disgust and fear and hatred - pure, unadulterated emotions that coursed through their veins, spilling through with each cutting remark that he made.
There had been moments of joy, ill-deserved as they were. After all, who was he to tell them that monsters could have happy endings?
Each time he had to harden his heart, tighten his indifference to the suffering that he caused for and to those he loved, this eternal companion held out its arms for the fatal embrace.
What is your sacrifice for them? Is this the price you are willing to be demanded of you?
Those were the same questions, each time tragedy struck.
Whenever there were those that needed him, Peace had asked him if he was willing to pay this price. And if not, how much will you forfeit?
Everything. Always.