Mako stood silently, his expressionless mask still covering his ruined face, that would’ve said something, unlike the void that covered it. Slowly, he turned and walked away. And again he spoke. But, unlike all the times before, it was not a sentence, a brand, a jeer, an apology, but a melody.
After he finished, one last sentence was spoken.
“For there is not a soul on my island, whom would ever want me to return.”
And then he left.