He'd done nothing but cover the entire territory on loop for the past week. Everywhere he went he saw ghosts. Running with Hela under and over the fallen trees, Playing with Clay just about everywhere they could slip away to. Lessons with Vengeance. The place where they'd taken down Orochi and dragged him back to the pit. The damned pit....staring into it was like staring directly into his sins...torture...imprisonment...murder. Turning away he found himself standing at the mouth of Vengeance's den and breathing in finding a trickle of disappointment when none of the previous rank stench was brought into his lungs. Looking around him he saw his entire life...for he'd not really lived many months before being taken away by the Warlord. He saw everything he'd second guessed, everything he had found himself still not satisfied with and had to swallow down yet another lump that rose in his throat.

Valour sat in the clearing. The place where he had fought Astara. The place Hela and he constantly fought for shit they should have been too young to even think about....they were both too stupid to know that. His eyes gleamed as he sucked in a breath and exhaled a few tears slipping down the red fur of his cheeks. There wasn't any reason that he had to go but the goodbye was solidified in his heart, Nightwalkers was not a thing anymore and therefore he wasn't bound by anything but affection for those lingering. Even then he couldn't deny the world that he'd never seen the seduction of the unknown too strong to ignore. Calling out to @Clarence he waited for his friend praying he was still around and hadn't left, not without saying goodbye first. 

"hey Clarence" he said silver eyes meeting crimson. The spotted man looked as wrecked as he felt but then again...two lovers had left. The absence of Serem and Santiago had not been noticed but Valour found himself feeling little else but bitterness for the old General and anger at Santiago for abandoning Clarence. There was a long pause before he gave a gentle smile and wagged his tail "this sucks but we did alright I think. Ended better than what it was" he sounded a bit choked but otherwise he held strong searching the face of one of his four only friends. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked holding back the question of where he'd go. Everyone needed time to dwell on what was lost...he supposed he was lucky for the opportunity to be taken as freedom. 

While Valour wasn't sure how genuine the optimism was he found it admirable. "Yeah me too" he said which was true enough...his dad's dead bloated body and then everything he'd done and been through in Nightwalkers was surely much worse than the downfall of the wretched place right? Wrong. He forced his lips to curl upward into a flash of a smile "I'm sure I'll find something entertaining out in the world to keep me busy" he'd probably wander aimlessly while struggling to keep himself sane with only his nasty thoughts to keep him company. "Vanity is staying here and i'm sure you can hang around, she's rough but she's a good woman. I'll be keeping close and in touch, she sent me toward the mountains. Said there's some healers there that could start giving me some real knowledge" he talked through the building feeling of sadness that tightened his throat. Everything he'd worked for was gone because the demonspawn couldn't keep themselves from wandering off. "Did you have plans?"