Silently, he turns, weapon in hand, nervous, but always
Aware, ever cautious with his surroundings. Always
Alone. He has been most of his life, countless years here,
Vying with the elements, with his own sanity, with fear.
Envisioning you as another Sirrus or Achenar, he plot
Deepens, thickens, sets the stage for his final act of
Revenge, but behind the façade, he cries – him, and him