The ruling elite had no use for Evan. After the protective dome disappeared, he was held at gunpoint and thrown out the same window his father had…

The ruling elite had no use for Evan. After the protective dome disappeared, he was held at gunpoint and thrown out the same window his father had fallen from.

“Like father, like son,” they shouted at him in a mocking farewell.

And only during that fall, in a state of absolute terror, did Evan truly feel free for the first time in his life. Even if only for a fraction of a second.

Evan’s sacrifice wasn't in vain. None of the ministers who so passionately wanted unlimited control over the minds of the citizens were able to have it.

Who knows how much worse things could have been if Heimdall had fallen into the wrong hands?

But in the final seconds of his life, Evan still thought: “Could things have turned out differently? Was there ever any way for me to change something for the better?”

Anyone who understood what was happening and who still had free will wisely fled the city, while Evan stayed on the top floor, witnessing the consequences of his choice day after day.

Sometimes, in moments of weakness, he thought that punishing himself with the monstrous sight of the massacre below was enough to atone for his sins. But soon, there was no one left to whom he could repent.

And so the thought of the Shredder, several floors below, seemed more and more attractive to Evan every day. But what mattered was that the thought was his own.

Replacing the Wise Leader - is that not the pinnacle of a Ministry career? The name Redgrave was respected before, but now it inspires awe.

Isn't that what you wanted for your son, father? Isn't that the greatness you dreamed of when you created Heimdall? Evan sits at the top of the world and everything belongs to him: from the mountains and rivers to the people and their thoughts. He alone decides what his subjects can feel and want.

Evan Redgrave is a god now! And what does it matter that the fate of all gods is loneliness?

Evan became a full-fledged member of the new society. When asked about what happened in the last days of the Great State, he would only smile and stay silent.

He had no wish to recall his time spent in the Ministry, or the nightmares that he witnessed and took part in. Evan lost himself in real work and finally reunited with his family.

Until the very end of his life, he tried to erase from his memory the faces of his superiors and colleagues, wishing fervently that he could stop hearing military marches in the distance and the roar of a thousand voices chanting: “All Hail the Wise Leader!”

Evan no longer denied himself a thing. Luxury, wine, parties and girls filled the void in his heart. And although he always felt second-rate next to his boss, being God’s number two wasn't so bad.

And all you need to do is abandon your own ambitions, bury the memory of your father and learn to shut your eyes to the problems of ordinary people.

So let the champagne flow like a river, and may the music never stop! Turn it up louder! Let it silence the contempt that you feel for yourself at the bottom of your heart.

Ferguson didn't appreciate the gesture. Of course, he gladly took control of the relays, but that didn't change anything for Evan.

The boss didn't trust Redgrave, so he got rid of him as soon as he had what he wanted. Evan was accused of conspiring to overthrow the regime and arrested on the spot.

The overzealous police officers, already under the influence of Heimdall's signals, beat Evan mercilessly, screaming: “This is for Ferguson!”. He was dead before the firing squad even arrived.

Evan plunged into a world of boundless overindulgence. At first to satisfy his own curiosity, and then for the sake of entertainment - he brought an incredible amount of pain into this world.

The apprentice surpassed his master: people started to fear him even more than they feared DeSalvo. And as soon as the new Leader realized this, Evan's career ended very quickly... Unlike his life.

He would have been quite happy to die, but he no longer had the luxury of making his own choices.

DeSalvo didn't appreciate the gesture. Of course, he gladly took control of the relays, but that didn't change anything for Evan.

The boss didn't trust Redgrave, so he got rid of him as soon as he had what he wanted.

Evan was accused of conspiring to overthrow the regime and arrested on the spot. The overzealous police officers, already under the influence of Heimdall's signals, beat Evan mercilessly, screaming: “This is for DeSalvo!”. He was dead before the firing squad even arrived.

When the work was done and everyone, even his family, had been erased from his life, Evan shared the same fate as his boss.

They passed away as equals, proudly looking at the fruits of their labor and leaving behind an ideal society that worshiped their images, preserved their bible and forever remembered Evan as a prophet beside the Divine Isaac Weinberg.

Death did not frighten Redgrave, because he had accepted it of his own free will - unlike the millions of people he had deprived of the choice.

Weinberg didn't appreciate the gesture. Of course, he gladly took control of the relays, but that didn't change anything for Evan.

The boss didn't trust Redgrave, so he got rid of him as soon as he had what he wanted. Evan was accused of conspiring to overthrow the regime and arrested on the spot.

The overzealous police officers, already under the influence of Heimdall's signals, beat Evan mercilessly, screaming: “This is for Weinberg!”. He was dead before the firing squad even arrived.

Evan wasn’t able to see it through to the end.

He was only able to marvel at how quickly his fate had been decided, and regretted that Hemnitz didn't find enough soap for his rope.

At least he wasn’t around to witness one of the largest genocides in history, and the destruction of his family along with it...

I don't have time to talk about this.

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