He had betrayed them ...
his duties ...
his world ... his
family ...
his daughter ...
his grandchildren ...
It would be better if he no longer existed ... even in the lands of the dead.
What kept him here?
Why does he remain? Drifting ...
Formless
Nearly without mind ....
What emotion keeps tugging at him, pulling at him to stay in these shadowlands,
not fully dead
not fully alive ...
Regret ... regret keeps him here .... Guilt ... it too
keeps him here ... knowing he'd made his grandson's life a living hell...
eternally lonely
unable to tell the woman he loves how he feels
watching that idiot swordsman court her ... in his lame-brained way
and being completely without rights to do anything ...
Poor grandson ...
poor young man
poor girl who would never know of the man who loved her
He should do something about that ....