lordmonkeypants:

“There was an Angel, so pure..

His name was Griffith,

Hair like snow, lips of rose…

But just all a precious memory of many years ago… ”

bscully:

Griffith sacrificing the lives of the hawks for his dream…

…meanwhile
Guts’ companions arrived at Elfhelm completely unharmed:

And this ladies and gentlemen, is how you distinguish the bad vs the good guy.