He was one of that rare breed who believed, with every fiber of his being, that no soul was beyond redemption. They could be led back to the light, if only they were 'touched by the better angels of our nature'. A beacon of hope in a sea of despair was all that men needed.
He was wrong, but to the end he believed.
He was found in an alley, his broken limbs a tangled mess of bloody flesh and splintered bones. Bludgeoned by a blunt object of unknown nature, he nevertheless died with the words, "I forgive them" on his lips.