The Wild Hunt 2 (before battle)

Heathcliff was heavily wounded. It looked as though he could hardly stand, let alone wield a weapon.

Fuck... fuck!

The club clattered to the floor and rolled away as the last vestiges of strength left him.

When I left this manor by my own volition, I...

... I promised to myself that I would return a changed man.

So that I could at least stand proud before Catherine. So that she won't be embarrassed of me.

But... look at me. I couldn't protect her in the end. I can't even get nearer to her or hold my weapons proper, like an idiot.

<Heathcliff...>

I know. I know that I don't... I know that I don't have anything to show for in my life.

I ain't educated. I've got a short fuse and a brutish personality.

Tell me, Clockhead... no, Manager.

This endless, overwhelming flood... Is this what it's like to face my sins?

Was my life so wretched that I deserve to suffer this endless swarm of sins?

That can't be true.

I wanted to believe that it can't be true.

That, with the will and the determination to forge on...

... the mist that once seemed impenetrable will one day part, and we will see the light at the end of the tunnel.

That every struggle he endured, every lesson he's learned in this journey... couldn't have been for nothing.

So please, please don't doubt the path I'm showing you.

But...

There's... more of them.

They number greater than the last.

But when I've led you into such absolute darkness... without even a hint of light...

<What should I...>

When even I'm starting to feel lost... What should I... do...?