Eric

Eva stood trembling, tears soaking the ground beneath her feet, begging him to remember "the old Eric" who would have burned the world for her smile.
Eric slowly raised his head, and from behind his armor, only those eyes appeared—two eyes as cold as death, devoid of any spark of anger or longing.
He looked at her as if he were looking at a deserted wall, devoid of hatred or love, only a terrifying emptiness.
He spoke in a listless tone, as if passing judgment on a stranger.

"You're too late... The person you knew died the night you chose to leave. Now, your standing before me like a stranger only stirs in me the desire to continue on my way without looking back."