He clenched his fists as the realization sank in.  He had lost.  Everything he had built, everything he had done, all the battles and sacrifices and subjugation, all of it was for nothing.  He had lost absolutely everything.  And so too went a measure of his self-control.  He roared his pain, his fury and his loss over the snow, his cry battling the wind.  Then it was spent, and he sank to his knees in his chilling armor.  He sat upon his heels and his back bent, his thoughts turned inward, his hands splayed at his sides; he was lost to time and sense until someone spoke.