Ankyra Sound river turns to dust

For one reason or another, he returned to the scene where he had lost everything. He realized now that he was not at his lowest when he lost those who did not care for him at the Abyss. He realized that losing someone who actually cared hurt a whole lot worse.

Grey eyes glazed over as he stared out into the waters. Somewhere out in its depths was likely the remainder of what he yearned to have back. Once or twice he contemplated swimming out there -- seeing just how far out he could get before his legs would cramp -- but slowly talked himself out of it.

He stumbled back away from the foggy shore and was already on his way back home when he hears the call. Something about it called to him even when it did not call for him. He hesitated for a moment before he tipped his head back and returned a wobbly croaky call so the original caller would know they were not entirely alone.

It was them, him and the secrets in the depth of the ocean.