and he smiles that crooked smile- and then we hear a sound up the beach , back where the trees meet the sand- ( the sky ) my battlemore makes the final leap onto the beach and for a moment i am dazzled by the ocean , the sheer huge fact of it filling my voice- but my mount races on , turning towards the abandoned clearing settlement- and i am too late- the knife 's one in particular is here with her horse- but the knife is nowhere to be seen- only the leader of the clearing , grabbing onto the knife 's one in particular , his uniform a dark blot against the snow and the sand , and he is holding the knife 's one in particular close to him , imprisoning her in his arms- and so the knife must be dead- the knife must be gone- and i feel a surprising hollowness because of that , an emptiness- because even the one you hate leaves an absence when they go- but those are the feelings of the return- and i am not the return- i am the sky- the sky who made peace- the sky who must kill the leader of the clearing in order to secure that peace- and so i race forward , the figures in the far distance coming closer- and i raise my weapon- [ todd ] i squint thru the snow , which is getting thicker by the minute- `` who 's that ? ''