The Bracken Woods don't look at me

Instinctively he took a few steps back as Runion spoke, jaw clenching tight as he brought up his friends. No, there wasn't a single one in sight— they'd all abandoned him, one way or another, even if they pretended otherwise. He was left alone to his fate, as he'd always been. And wasn't that unfair?
The will to live had been taken from him, somewhere along the line, but the weight of all that had happened recently had crushed a more pressing desire into him. He wanted to— make someone else hurt; he did that often, but never on purpose, never physically unless he had to. The realization sent a chill through him, and in the next breath he gave in to it.
He did nothing— Runion would come to him, he knew. There was no advantage here, not for him— he wasn't even fully healed. He'd die before he could even satisfy the urge. Somehow, the thought didn't bother him at all.