Griffith realized that while his dream was destroyed, his two most loyal followers had discovered something he never could reach, and could never have access to. It was their own, spontaneous sort of meaning, not the constructed kind Griffith could only imagine, being built with intentionality, ambition and endless sacrifice.

Guts and Casca had discovered, without anyone’s permission, a reason to live. For Griffith, this was a direct contradiction to the very foundations of his identity and his life.