Honourable

Success is your balaclava. Honour can be sold and bought; it's an object, a commodity. I'm sorry, you say. I'm sorry for something. Just let me off the hook. Do you know who I am? Do you know who I was. The money, the fame, the success can't help you now. You were a meme of some inferior hero. Now, you gaze helplessly at the smouldering ashes.