His voice became heavier, and he coughed again.
White cloth appeared in his hands through act of will, and when he pulled it away from his mouth, crimson stains marked the fabric with undeniable evidence of internal collapse.
He continued while gazing out at his grand Sanctuary with eyes that saw not what existed but what might have been.
"I tried to conduct myself properly. I genuinely attempted ethical approaches to every challenge. I forged this Sanctuary, preserved as many beings as capabilities allowed, fought against tyranny with every particle of my existence. I dedicated Everything..every resource, every moment, every fragment of accumulated power, all of My Everythings...toward righteous purposes."
His hands clenched the bloodied cloth.
