What is it, to win?

It’s hollow now. Soulless. Nothing there but bones and headstones.

So many years feeling worthless, but now they are worthless to me. And yet it does not feel like a win.

It is heart-breaking to know of the pain they have caused. Through choice, or through ignorance.

Acting saddened and disgraced that her last wishes were not heard. But you heard them and did nothing. A dying woman’s wishes ignored and pushed aside, just so that you can stand there and say, “I was there.”

A village full of Vultures. She knew what you were, and unfortunately you proved her right.  

But yet, it does not feel like a win.

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