They say that the eyes are a reflection of the soul. In a world where souls are said to be like blank canvases, evolving through life's experiences, Atticus's soul stands out. It was once pure, but betrayal, loss, and disappointment turned it into a canvas stained by the darkest of emotions. His soul wasn't simply tainted, it was set aflame by an unrelenting flame of hate, that threatened to consume everything.
Will he burn his enemies to the ground first or will his soul be consumed by his own hatred, leaving nothing but a smouldering pile ash.