Redhawk Caldera Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

He didn't understand what was happening. Walking up to the man himself, staring at the attempted murder scene; he did not understand why he had been plauged with death and destruction all his life. Why him, for he had done nothing but simply live and yet fate seemed to have an eternal grudge against him. 

For a little while now, he had been distant in the wake of the the news shared of Odette and her whereabouts. Yet, now he knew, he could not keep himself at distance for so long. Over a little while, he had managed to convince himself that he had not really let Oddie fend for herself; how could he have known she would attempt to follow him into the great beyond? She was just plain stupid, and he had done what he had to do. Right? It was enough assurance he needed for now to re-embrace himself into the Redhawk family. That was, if they were still open to him becoming a son of sorts to him.

He had looked for his current guardian and interm father, expecting an embrace of his return to normal life, but he did not have to look far before the sight of Peregrine laying in a mess of blood halted his already tentative steps. Air seemed to escape the boy as he simple stood, eyed unwavering from Peregrine's collapsed form. had never seen the man in such a state before, and had promised he would never have to for he was no stranger to the dark thoughts of loosing yet another parent. Yet, it seemed a reality, that whatever had just occured to the great Peregrine Redhawk was going to end his life. That feeling was one that had been etched in his mind for far to long. Peregrine was going to die, wasn't he? Jackrabbit did not cry, he did not whimper. He did not move. He had lived it before a thousand times and he refused to shed a single tear again. This was his life, it had always been his life and he was an idiot himself to think that the Redhawks would be any exception to his curse. They always died, it was a smiple fact and one he could not escape.

Checking off another name on his mental list of wolves that had not died, lied or simply left him, he sighed, and walked away.