Maybe, just maybe, he deserved all the judgement. He deserved all those eyes staring at him and his crimes, his sins. As you walk, your vision swims, eyes held high to the sky, beholding those delusional gods you always thought were real. They wanted this. The both of them. It was all part of their plan. He's finally done it, and now he's free to leave. He just has to wait.

Your clothes run heavy and sullied. The shadows run dry into the gutters. You don't care about them anymore.

All you know is that you've arrived.