His last moments of life were filled with nothing but hatred. It was only later, after his body had grown cold and his spirit stalked the halls, after soft footsteps made their approach, and after a quiet apology was made that he felt remorse.
He would proceed to spend the rest of his existence pretending that moment never happened.
I felt like I should finish this series. Get it over with. XD Technically I still need part one but shh. Don't remind me.