Eos saw every version of him that had ever existed across all possible realities. Most had failed. Most had watched their children and families die. Most had been devoured by the Primordials, or corrupted by End, or simply faded when the last light went out. But one version, the one standing here, on the edge of the Tenth, had done something none of the others had.
He had looked beyond what none of the others had dared to search for.
It was not as if he had not lost anyone; he had lost as much as they had, but he had never stopped looking for the truth. Most of the other selves had not acquired the Will of Truth, and even the few that did, inevitably left it to the side as they pursued power.
They had forgotten that the power that they pursued had been tainted from the beginning, and in their hubris, they did not check again and again to be assured that the power they thought they controlled was just a sham.
