Dawnlark Plains It's not the end

Esaro was completely disconnected from everyone now, which to him was a good thing. Being alone met he couldn't make things bad for everyone around him. Phoenix may have escaped and gone somewhere else but Esaro could not rest in peace at all. He was completely alone and simply had no meaning to his life. He has given up on his goal. He started questioning if he should be alive right now. He did end up finding some scraps to eat and he also did take care of his wounds more or less however there was really nothing supporting him beside the will to survive. He didn't want to disappoint his father so he was barely holding onto to hope that maybe things could get better. But how?

He was laying next to the stream just baking in the sun. He was in thought, going over all his failures and wondered if he improved at all. To him it didn't feel like it, it might have been better if he had stayed useless. He would have been doomed anyway so what was he suppose to do? He didn't want to give up completely but in other to do something he needed others to interact with. But he worried that the same thing would just happen again. He was tired from lack of sleep and frustrated that he couldn't find an answer. He remained where he was and simply shifted to his side and continued to lay there. The wound on his left shoulder was irritating, maybe he should try cleaning it again.