::cue Phil Collins::
And as he longingly embraced the person he once harbored such contempt for, he glanced back over his shoulder to catch the desperate stares of those who he had so callously spurned. That lust would quickly turn to disgust. The infatuation to repulsion. The hurt to anger. One of the strangest and shortest lived love triangles finally meeting a distinct and bitter end. Both parties not knowing what the future held, but knowing that it certainly didn't involve one another. Sure, there would be a day they would meet again, but only time would tell who would be crowned King at that homecoming...