When Byron was a child, he spent time with his grandfather. 

He genuinely loved and admired the old man. He recalled his passing. At the time, he did not understand why everyone wore somber outfits and cried.  

When he asked, they told him that his grandfather passed away.

 He did not understand but he recalled crying. His blood boiled in his veins, and he cried until his throat ached, and his lungs were set ablaze. His eyes stung for days.

When Byron was a child, his grandfather used to pull him in his lap and tell him countless stories. Byron loved all of them. 

He was the hero of many...