He couldn’t see the chains because they weren’t of the physical kind but that didn’t stop him from feeling their weight. He couldn’t really complain about it even. He himself had put them there. Had accepted them as the price for his desires. The coin by which he could purchase the triumph of his cause. What bothered him most was that he had paid that price and failed. He had in reality bought nothing but his own enslavement to a nightmarish horror.
The metaphorical chains weighed heavier on him than any real ones could. His soul chafed under them. He had done this to himself. All the justifications. All the excuses. They all seemed so hollow now. He’d made things better for no one. He imagined he could hear the sound of metal moving and dragging across the ground behind him in this deso
