It seems there is only loneliness to be found in this dark hour, of all the things that we regret in life, all those things that have gone past and cannot be undone. Dark Knight, you have walked this path unknowingly, although you may have felt you were serving a greater cause in the begining of life.
The candle burns low now, the energy has been spent all these long-short years in your quest, adventuring out of need to seek the world and all that it may bring. But what it has brought was only death and destruction for you to partake in. What darkness has crept into your heart, not to turn it black, because it was never that, but to fill it with everlasting sorrow.
No priest in this world known can now wash away your sins, those things that you have done and wish had never been. There is none of them who can provide the solace and provide you with the light to see, for they know not what you have been through. They are not you. They have lived a different life entirely, observing from the sidelines. All they can do is listen to your words and only imagine the horror that you have been through.
There is only one road left when all the others have been fought and tried, lived and died. The lonely road left is the one that leads within, to the very core of the soul. There long nights can be spent, the pattern can be seen, the traveller and his life along that road. Only then dear dark knight can the healing begin. Only there can it start to settle and resolve, to understand the meaning of it all, to understand the part you played then, that it was then and not now as it stands.
One day, you will see. One day, you will understand. One day, you will regret no more and lay down and rest. . . .