The thing you all have to understand is this: Atlas you knew is dead. The world killed him, asked him to make one sacrifice too many, cross one line too far. His love killed him. Asked him to withstand betrayal, time, distance, and then she ran off. She was the only thing that humanized him. And his friends killed him. Pushed him, told that he was living a lie and to forget about her. That love died that night....And so did Atlas. So he left. Left her, left his friends, left love and hope for it, left it all behind. Cut off the world and went walkabout looking for a reason to live.
Eventually he'll find it. But when he does, no-one can stop him-I sure as hell can't.
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