Failure
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Down in the cold darkness, prowling eternally by the edge of the river Styx, the man once named Joseph has ample time to reflect on his failures, alone with the ghosts that once were men, the haunted lapping of the eternally lamenting river, and the shadows of all he loved once, playing like ghostfire behind his eyes. Shadows was all that remained, the hollow echoes that mocked him, that mocked his wedding vows, mocked his promises, made a mockery of everything he had once believed in and hoped and dreamed.
(once he thought love would last forever).
But that was before he and his entire family, his wife, his son, had been taken and ripped from home, taken and transformed and lost.
(and he would have died, a thousand times and more, if he had been able to protect his family, if he had been able to save them from this, to spare them this fate).
But both Elizabeth and Matthew were gone now, gone beyond all reach or recall or desire: Minthe was Elizabeth once, but he cannot find any trace of the laughing, brave woman with golden hair and bright eyes that he had loved, that he had married in days so long ago that sometimes, it is hard to remember, in the colorless, bitter, cold woman who has replaced her, and despite the fact that it would be kinder to both of them to just let go, to just acknowledge the fact that Elizabeth is dead and all that is left is Minthe, hollow, empty Minthe, he still tries to find something of Elizabeth in her.
