randomly thinking about silver fullbuster and. god. you're forcibly brought back to life against your will. your wife and son are dead, you couldn't save them. the only thing you can do right now is try to avenge them. your entire unnatural, undead existence is fueled by your thirst for vengeance. you do unspeakable things, you hurt so many people and cause thousands more to be hurt. you tell yourself you're doing it for your family, but you're really just doing it for yourself, aren't you?
but then. almost two decades later, you see your son's face on a screen. he's alive and he's grown up, and you've wasted all this time seeking revenge when you should have been a parent to him. but it's too late now and you're running out of time and you're in far too deep to back out now. and he's everything you're not: good and happy and free from the desire for revenge, and you're so, so proud.
and you have to face him in battle anyway. and perhaps it would be kinder to let him believe that you're nothing more than a monster he has to defeat. but he's too smart and you're too selfish. you don't want to let go of the chance to hold him one last time, to beg for forgiveness. and so you traumatize him again, and leave him in the throes of grief while you get to pass on and leave it all behind. will he ever forgive you for it? will your wife forgive you? will heaven let you in?
