[Crossposted on A03 so yea] Years past, the snow remains ever cold. He wants to believe that he did his best even though he knows all he did was drive his family away, what else does he have to live for? To prove a point? Why even fight anymore? Why even try anymore when he knows that his wife is dead and his only son disowned him and ran away to fight against horrible monsters and zombies. Except they met again during combat against a strange commander and their army of misfits, and whatever sanity he had left shattered. "This is my own doing, isn't it? I deserve to die here." "there truly is nothing else to live for." "So take me on high, to heavens above, may I finally rest in peace, rescue me from myself and my fate. I no longer wish to carry forth." ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35449585