Silverlight Terrace gods, can you just let it go?

Icarus wandered with little purpose, talking with whatever wolf he encountered and then leaving them to explore. It'd become something akin to a cycle. Yet, he still felt like something was missing from his life and he didn't know how to replace it. It was like there was a gigantic hole in his chest, yearning for something, or someone to fill it in but the problem was, the assassin didn't know what was wrong with him. He didn't know what he didn't have; didn't know what he needed to introduce into his new free life in order to feel full again. A part of him knew, however, that it wasn't going to happen, it was never going to happen and he wondered why he even bothered thinking about it in first place when the result would be even more confusion.

The assassin scowled and shook his head, effectively shaking away his thoughts. Just as he was about to turn to go, a laugh penetrated the silence and immediately, the pale albino's red eyes narrowed and he prowled forward, before straightening up and eyeing the gray agouti stranger with curiousity. "Why are you laughing?" he asked in his typical, straightforward manner.