Kai has lived most of his life in misfortune. He steeps in it, like tea you've forgotten.
But at least with such tea, you throw it out in the end. Kai does not have that privilege. He will rot in the muddled waters of his own misfortune, until time itself unravels before him.
Lloyd is a prophecy pretending to be anything else. The most pitiful, lonely god in existence. Destiny drags behind him like a too-long cloak, snagging on every joy he tries to keep.
He is saddled between the powers of the divine and the strain it takes on his mortal body. He will cling to the pain like it's all thats left of him. (It is.)
Nya looks into her reflection and sees a cracked mirror. Not the woman she's grown to be, but everything she's shed along the away. She's mourning. She's mourning a life she's never lived. A life she's only fantasized about.
She will hate that mirror, but always fail to look away. She has lost so much she lacks the ability to let go. Even if it harms her. (Thats all there is.)
Cole has never stopped walking. He is as stubborn as they come, and just as lovable. Lightning may strike the peak, snow may suffocate the ridges, winds may strip away the earth, yet he never falters. Not even once. Even eroded, even dead, he won't stop moving.
When he finds what he is looking for, there won't be anything left of him to cherish it. (It's family. He wants to belong so much it hurts.)
Zane is an oxymoron. Oh, even that statement contradicts. How can something built to be logical refute itself? He was a human in every word of the sense, and now, it's hard to tell.
He was never built to be logical, he was never built to rationalize, he was never even built to be smart. He was built for peace. He was built to protect. Zane, you've built yourself into someone else. I'm so sorry. (He wanted to matter. Please, he just wanted to matter.)
Jay will never know what he's lost because he has never lost it in the first place. But proof of existence is only based on what you remember, so in the grand scheme of things, Rogue has never, and will never, know what he has lost.
No god that has ever roamed can bring back emotion. And thats all memories are, in the end. Everyone will mourn Jay, and so will he. Rogue will bring flowers to his own funeral. (It's chrysanthemums. They were his favorite, after all.)