"You never know what you've got till it's gone."
I guess that old cliche really does apply here, doesn't it? I never wanted you in the first place. You overwhelmed me as only your kind can. I had no say, had no free will to stand up to you. And yet, you still managed to worm your way into my thoughts, my soul, my existence. Pun completely intended. Completely and utterly. But that doesn't matter now.
All of your memories, both from before and now, will always be with me, bubbling unbidden to the surface at the least opportune moment, causing me to question my sanity. As if I haven't been anyway. You died, and in your death you saved me. So selfless and still so damned arrogant in your presumption to do this. You had no right. You had NO right to do this to me. You used me, made me accept you, willing or not, and them sacrificed yourself for my greater good. And now I'm supposed to go on? Act like it never happened? Pretend I don't see the stares, both of pity and revulsion? Pretend I don't hear what they say?
You are, were, and always will be a pompous ass as far as I'm concerned. You said you chose peace, but did you come to me in peace? No, you overpowered me and forced me to do your will. No matter what else I may feel for you over the course of my life, I will always hate you for that...and for leaving me your legacy. The cause was just, but what of the means? I mourn your memory to those you lost, and all the while I will curse you for doing it to me. You are not of me and yet you are. And so I'm torn between respect and hatred...and it's all because of you and your cause.
And yet I'm going to miss you.