A Pitiful Old Man, Slain by His Fanatic Kin.
An old man who once extended a helping hand to others, only to be repaid with murder. An old man who, in the end, was trapped in the broken body of a machine and died in utter misery.
Look at this wrinkled elder’s life. A wretched existence, withering away under the torment of an evil god—a life deserving of sympathy and pity.
But how does Bennett remember him? Did the old Abraham remain in his memory as a pitiful man, wailing and screaming in despair?
No.
The Abraham he remembers will always be the one smiling as he counts the stars. Because in the face of endless tragedy, he never once broke.
"I believe that it is oneself who defines their existence. And so, I am Abraham."
