Pain was all he knew for a time.

Later, when he had a sense of himself again, he wondered how he felt pain, how he felt anything.

His time had ended. He felt sure of it, but, here he was.

But where was he?

In time, he remembered. He had lived a long time, in service to others, though they had not understood.

He had resented them for a time.

It had not been their fault.

They had no knowledge of what he did for them — had done for them, he corrected.

Of course, he had not understood either. Not until later.