As her body crumbled to the ground, so did the fragile hope Cato had been harboring within. His shrouded heart was unceremoniously displayed to the world before shattering into infinitesimally sized shards that scattered through the underbrush. Rage seized his body.
When he drew the sword from 11's chest and watched the boy's life cease, Cato's feelings of failure and anger did the opposite; they became stronger, empowered by the emotion he had been too weak to show until too late.
The arrow hastened toward him, and Cato released his final breath. Cupid's aim had caused him nothing but pain; this shaft would give him release.
Love will destroy us all.