Though, the silver-haired warrior wasn’t going to admit this to anyone any time soon, he felt great sympathy for people who had lost their way, and somehow ended up in the darkest of evils. He could understand how they ended up like that, though. At times, one can strain from the path they chose to follow, and ended up in the deepest of darkness. It happened, but Firion wished he could have helped the people before they ended up that way, even though he knew he couldn’t.
Sighing loudly, he thought of one being in particular whom he had felt much sympathy for — Emperor Mateus. Firion wasn’t exactly fond of Mateus, but he felt sympathy for the man. The man had strained off his path, and ended up becoming pure evil. And then ended up being killed.
Sighing once again, he ran a hand through his silvery locks, attempting to rid his mind of all the images of various people going from excellent people, to people who were insane and longed to take over the entire universe. But of course, they wouldn’t truly leave his mind and his memory, and he would continue to feel sympathy for all of them.