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the world was on fire. his world was on fire.
it's not his anymore.
or is it?
if you are the lone man on the earth, the lone man in the universe, does it belong to you?
if you are alone with the world you've destroyed, with the corpses of the people you killed under your feet, do you own the world?
is this what he wanted? is this... is this everything that he's worked for?
working. a strange concept. he worked for many months, many years, to form his country, a place for those he loved. for his son, for his brother, for himself. when did that stop being his goal? when did he stop wanting to make a safe place for those he love, walls to keep them safe. when was this what he stopped building.
is l'manberg this now? he said it was finished, he told them, this was over now. he would kill it, take it away, take away the thing that blinded them.
he did not realize he'd have to take away from himself to do it. he didn't realize he'd lose everything, everyone when he did it.
his world is on fire, but he finds that its not so different from how it always was. his home is gone, but he forgets the last time he held it in his hands.
he finds the bones of those he had forgotten to love and wilbur soot weeps for the first time in years, and the flame scorched earth is softened by his tears.