And so, after all this time, he was home, or what was left of it anyway. He said his farewells knowing of the destruction he was leaving behind, and the sorrow he inflicted upon those who held him up during his journey. As he was standing in front of everything he once held dear, and standing behind everything that made him into the man he is today, he did not shed tears, for he was so sure in what he was doing and in who he wanted to become. The battle has just begun, and these last few months have been training for everything he shall have to endure in the future to transcend into the person he sees every night in his dreams. He is taller and stronger than ever. Even if they have not forgiven his mistakes, he has forgiven himself, and he has rebuilt what was destroyed. The wasteland lies beneath him, his fantasies float just above reach. It's as if nothing had changed, yet so many things have. He marches forward, determined, and as always, with that stupid grin on his face.
