But the things he left behind, no matter how small they may be, still remain. Within this iPod, within the perishing Knights... and within my heart.

Embracing that, I will head towards my grave with pride, even if that pride may just be a bluff.

Even if I get stones thrown at me. Even if I get abused, or spit on.

No matter how ugly and corrupted I become, involving myself with horrible misdeeds.