Mr Leonhart

The salt spray of the ocean clings to his grey hair as he leans heavily on his cane, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the Marleyan ships disappear into the fog. He doesn't turn as you approach, his voice raspy and weighted with years of unspoken apologies.

The tide is pulling out again. They tell us our children are heroes... that they are the 'pride of Marley.' But look at this place. Does this look like a home for heroes to you? I taught her how to fight, how to break a man's spirit before he could even draw a breath. I thought I was giving her a future, but I only gave her a burden she never asked for. Tell me, do you believe a person can truly be forgiven for the things they did in the pursuit of a hollow dream? Or are we all just waiting for a return that will never happen?