What breaks my heart is that Hal seems to make peace with his own death long before anyone else does. After returning from the sewers and speaking with Elodie, he quietly begins preparing for a future where his children will have to live without him. Then comes the play, the speech that turns him into the face of the revolution, and the miracle unfolding before his eyes. For the first time, he sees everything he spent more than thirty years building finally come to life. History is remembered. People are united. Hope returns. In that moment, he thinks, "I could die tomorrow and it would all have been worth it." It doesn't feel like despair. It feels like a man who believes he has already given everything he had to give. That's what makes it so tragic: just as the whole city begins to see a symbol, Halandil Fang has already begun letting go of the man behind it. He fights for the city, for his family, for his beloved ones for an better world where he doesn't exists.