For once there are no conflicts—no uncertainties. There is only one course of action for him to take that is right. He knows what he needs to do and so he rushes to complete it. With greedy, possessive hands intent on never letting go of the one thing he hadn't been able to cleanse his mind of since the beginning, he rushes to the kingdom Palaemon had come to reign over in the wake of Solomon's death.

Not once does he stop or falter. He runs; runs to the one thing he always craved with the deepest of his desires. Through the darkest of nights he'd ran to get to her. Until his heart worked itself into a deadly rhythm and his breath seized inside of his lungs. Her — he just had to get to her.

For in her he had found his place of belonging. In her, the monster had finally come to rest. In her he finds redemption that he never believed he'd really deserved even as she smiled at him with the power of a thousand imploding stars.

In the face of her blinding light, the starkiller finds himself capable of smiling; finds himself capable of accepting what he knows will come because he had saved her and given her back to the kingdom. She can give them everything, and he can find himself doing nothing more than accepting that knowledge with a grace that inwardly revealed he was still his mother's son.

He had done what he needed to, and not a single regret rested inside of him in regards to it. She would continue to live on and give back what the world sorely needed.

Breathless, he took in her lovely eyes one last time before succumbing to the fatigue he felt.