I mustering what I had left, I softly, and painfully chocked out,

“They will know me as infamous, and him as famous. America will think it the other way around. But all that is required for me to say is;

I killed the bastard. I ended years of pain, and misery. And I,

die a hero."

I could faintly see the cloudy form of Orscha being pulled away, with much resistance, by other friends. I understood. I swallowed dryly, and smiled.

I had cleared the future for my sister, as my brother had done before me.

For the last, glory filled moments of my life, I grinned. What I had accomplished was beyond anyone had predicted.

And now,

I could leave with not only pride,

But Joy.