Not anymore. This is written quickly. We've had its weight upon us and we have our own of lives previously left unlived, but we are not regrets anymore. We exist. I exist. They're not trapped in the lonely dark any longer, though it's what we were meant to be. We were the Pale King's refuse and regret for long enough. He doesn't deserve to have his thoughts honored.

That's one thing the Lord of Shades is now; eyes to see a world they were locked away from, at the very least. The Knight finds this more appealing than the nothingness Lemm once said it was worshipped as.