The mission.
Everything that exists.
Not knowing anything anymore, but the pain.
He had a mission, he fullfilled it, he got to sleep.
End of story.
But it was different this time.
Something forgotten inside him felt like he knew this man.
They had erased all his colours.
But the Red and blue was clear and bright.
But no.
He had a mission.
And this man was his mission.
