That was vivid, that was poignant--the fire of sacrifice burning inwardly.
The man worked on as one driven by a ruthless force.

His teeth were clenched upon his lower lip.

His hands were shaking, and yet he knew that what he did was too superb for criticism.

It was the work of genius--the driving force within that would not let him pause to listen to the wild urgings of his heart.

That might come after.