Golden Glade welcome to hell

His breathing was irregular as he knelt by the edge of the river, trying to get his thoughts together. There was a certain darkness that invaded the soldier from time to time, and occasionally, it broke through the barriers Nico had built inside his head. When that happened...let's just say that either all hell breaks loose and everyone dies, or all hell breaks loose inside his head and he dies. Either ways, the situation wasn't pretty at all, and it would be an understatement to say that the once strong and stoic soldier was scared.

He was bloody petrified.

"I wish you were here now," he muttered to no one in particular, raising his gaze briefly to stare at the darkening sky. He swallowed and bowed his head, his eyes watering as he attempted to hold his tears at bay and calm down. This was too hard.