"He fought for us from within, as long as he could..."

Enoch read the note again before folding it and stuffing it into his pocket. He headed for one of the changing room benches to sit down, burying his head in his hands.

"Even when some doubted him...doubted he'd ever wanted to save them..." A sigh into his palms, not raising his head in the slightest. "He was a good man..."

Why did the good ones have to be lost...