The flaw that prevented Kain from reaching his destiny was his belief
that he had one. Its loss, and his descent forever from the stars,
grieved him more than he could attone for. How humiliating it was to
be a speck, when his whole contingent of life, his whole greatness
derived from the notion of the spark. Now he had seen the spark, even
touched it, felt what it was to stand before a private destiny, and to
have that fall to impenetrable blackness. Kain could do nothing save
to humbly act as he had sworn to act, to allude to the spark now
knowing he had no cause upon which might be set belief or
understanding. Also to his dismay, there was none with whom he could
meaningfully share what was lost.