The time that he spent in tutelage was worth every moment of that suffering. The Gods had entrusted him with a role that was exclusively his. And when that role had arrived, that too granted him the path to the Sixth Boundary, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was as if the Sixth Boundary was another reward for him, for his years of restraint, and his years of endurance. It was as if they were telling him that he was right.
He was not allowed his satisfaction against the High King, but he was allowed one last fight, against a man equally as corrupt. He was allowed to yield the fullest of his strength once more, not as the arbitrator of revenge that he had thought himself to be, but as a hero. And such was the position that Dominus Patrick had died in, that of a hero.
